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kpg

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    In the war with Flobots
    Here goes FLOBOTS!!



    "Handlebars"

    I can ride my bike with no handlebars
    No handlebars
    No handlebars
    I can ride my bike with no handlebars
    No handlebars
    No handlebars

    Look at me Look at me
    Hands in the air like its good to be
    Alive and I'm a famous rapper
    Even when the paths are all crookedy
    I can show you how to dosey doe
    I can show you how to scratch a record
    I can take apart the remote control
    And i can almost put it back together
    I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
    I can tell you about Leif Ericson
    I know all the words to De Colores
    And I'm proud to be an American
    Me and my friends saw a platypus
    Me and my friends made a comic book
    And guess how long it took
    I can do anything that I want 'Cause

    Look

    I can keep rhythm with no metronome
    No metronome
    No metronome
    I can see you face on the telephone
    On the telephone
    On the telephone

    Look at me look at me
    Just called to say that its good to be
    Alive in such a small world
    I'm all curled up with a book to read
    I can make money open up a thrift store
    I can make a living off a magazine
    I can design an engine
    64 miles to the gallon on gasoline
    I can make new antibiotics
    I can make computer survive aquatic
    Conditions I know how to run the business
    And i can make you wanna buy a product
    Movers shakers and producers
    Me and my friends understand the future
    I see the strings that control the systems
    I can do anything with no assistance 'Cause

    I can lead a nation with a microphone
    With a microphone
    With a microphone
    And I can split the atoms of a molecule
    Of a molecule
    Of a molecule

    Look at me Look at me
    Driving and I won't stop
    And it feels so good to be alive and on top
    My reach is global
    My tower secure
    My cause is noble
    My power is pure
    I can handout a million vaccinations
    Or let em all die from exasperations
    Have 'em all healed from their lacerations
    Or have em all killed by assassinations
    I can make anybody go to prison
    Just because I don't like 'em
    I can do anything with no permission
    I have it all under my command because

    I can guide a missile by satellite
    By satellite
    By satellite
    And I can hit a target through a telescope
    Through a telescope
    Through a telescope

    And I can end the planet in a holocaust
    In a holocaust
    In a holocaust
    In a holocaust
    In a holocaust
    In a holocaust

    I can ride my bike with no handlebars
    No handlebars
    No handlebars
    I can ride my bike with no handlebars
    No handlebars
    No handlebars
     
    May 6, 2007
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    FLOBOTS



    "Fight With Tools"

    [Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay]

    Echo echo one-nine
    Hear the call through fault lines
    Smoke signals, old rhymes
    Shorted lights in store signs
    Spelled in a broken code
    Find that it is time to
    Breath, build, bend, and refine you
    We sky tenants
    Give it all but wont give up
    Radio soul antennas
    Radio to lift spirits
    Call sign commando
    M.o. is independence
    Scream till the walls fall,
    Dissolve all the limits

    Occupied minds
    Unemployed skills
    Desolation
    Worn out
    Torn down
    Just for now thrill seekers
    Slanging
    Test tube babies in beakers
    Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers
    The system where the
    Poor get poorly paid
    To hold the ladder
    Where the rich get ricocheted
    Into the stratosphere
    And in between people are rushin' like vladimir
    With metals to make their status clear
    Get us out of here

    We need heroes
    Build them
    Don't put your fist up
    Fill them
    Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
    We're the architects of our last stand
    [x2]

    There's a war going on for your mind
    Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing
    The battlefield is everywhere
    There is no sanctuary
    There are no civilians
    You have two choices
    Surrender or enlist

    What kind of person are you
    Always the first to argue
    Or never down to stick your neck out
    Cause it hurts you far too much
    To see your rep suffer
    Set you up a buffer
    Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape
    The propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas
    Spread like a virus
    Through accepted thoughts and proper manners
    But off the cameras
    Somethings simmering across the land
    About to bubble up
    And knock the lids off of the pots and pans

    We are non stop juggernauts
    Stomp ziggurats
    Spit manifestos
    By terabytes and gigawatts
    Shock paradigms
    Give sense to a score
    Throw thoughts through the sky
    Activate twenty more
    In these high and dry times
    Expectorate on dogma
    Pragmatic sycophants
    Divide and conquer
    We build bridges offer
    Hard work and prosper
    As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors

    We need heroes
    Build them
    Don't put your fist up
    Fill them
    Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
    We're the architects of our last stand
    [x4]

    All free minds to the front
    All free minds to the front
    We call upon women
    We call upon children
    We call upon the handicapped
    The infirmed
    The weak of heart
    We need your courage
    Your dedication
    Your passion
    Your conviction
    Gather up your platinum
    Melt it down
    Gather up your gold
    Melt it down
    Gather up your silver
    Your bronze
    Your aluminum
    Melt it down
    Melt it down
    Melt it down
     

    RuwinRTY

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    omaladithya123 said:
    FLOBOTS



    "Fight With Tools"

    [Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay]

    Echo echo one-nine
    Hear the call through fault lines
    Smoke signals, old rhymes
    Shorted lights in store signs
    Spelled in a broken code
    Find that it is time to
    Breath, build, bend, and refine you
    We sky tenants
    Give it all but wont give up
    Radio soul antennas
    Radio to lift spirits
    Call sign commando
    M.o. is independence
    Scream till the walls fall,
    Dissolve all the limits

    Occupied minds
    Unemployed skills
    Desolation
    Worn out
    Torn down
    Just for now thrill seekers
    Slanging
    Test tube babies in beakers
    Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers
    The system where the
    Poor get poorly paid
    To hold the ladder
    Where the rich get ricocheted
    Into the stratosphere
    And in between people are rushin' like vladimir
    With metals to make their status clear
    Get us out of here

    We need heroes
    Build them
    Don't put your fist up
    Fill them
    Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
    We're the architects of our last stand
    [x2]

    There's a war going on for your mind
    Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing
    The battlefield is everywhere
    There is no sanctuary
    There are no civilians
    You have two choices
    Surrender or enlist

    What kind of person are you
    Always the first to argue
    Or never down to stick your neck out
    Cause it hurts you far too much
    To see your rep suffer
    Set you up a buffer
    Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape
    The propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas
    Spread like a virus
    Through accepted thoughts and proper manners
    But off the cameras
    Somethings simmering across the land
    About to bubble up
    And knock the lids off of the pots and pans

    We are non stop juggernauts
    Stomp ziggurats
    Spit manifestos
    By terabytes and gigawatts
    Shock paradigms
    Give sense to a score
    Throw thoughts through the sky
    Activate twenty more
    In these high and dry times
    Expectorate on dogma
    Pragmatic sycophants
    Divide and conquer
    We build bridges offer
    Hard work and prosper
    As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors

    We need heroes
    Build them
    Don't put your fist up
    Fill them
    Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
    We're the architects of our last stand
    [x4]

    All free minds to the front
    All free minds to the front
    We call upon women
    We call upon children
    We call upon the handicapped
    The infirmed
    The weak of heart
    We need your courage
    Your dedication
    Your passion
    Your conviction
    Gather up your platinum
    Melt it down
    Gather up your gold
    Melt it down
    Gather up your silver
    Your bronze
    Your aluminum
    Melt it down
    Melt it down
    Melt it down

    thx for da sup
     
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    In the war with Flobots
    FLOBOTS


    "We Are Winning"

    [Speaking Part:]
    Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after school program.
    A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project.
    A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son.
    An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples fully clothed an smiling.
    A record executive records a demo of his apology.
    A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets.
    A patriarch reports for duty.
    She's wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign.
    She's ashamed of her birthplace, but retreat is not an option.

    Women and Children
    Front line
    Log on
    Tune in
    Stand and be counted, wounded, stationed
    In the belly of the vulture watch your back
    Theres no civilians
    Women, Children
    Front line listen
    Consider this a distant early warning
    The fires imminent
    Pollution gathering dust particles
    Funneling through smokestacks, airways, bandwidth
    This information tube fed
    Check the labels
    Delete the virus
    Alert the masses.

    [Speaking Part:]
    Butterfly wing cross wings. send black hawks toward hurricane survivors.
    Roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks.
    Pacifist gorillas move undetected through concrete jungles.
    New forms are beginning to take shape.
    Once occupied minds are activating.
    People are waking up!
    The insurgency is alive and well.

    Rise of the flobots
    Portrait of
    The new American insurgent
    Rattle and shake the foundations of the world order
    Assembly line incent, resist, refuse
    Inform, create
    Direct loved one's to the trenches
    Suit up forge rubble into fortress's
    Plaster, cloth, aluminum
    Broken porcelain
    Rusted platinum
    Burn blood stains from decompressed diamonds
    Hammer the battle cry into braille studded armor.

    [Speaking Part:]
    We are building up a new world.
    Do not sit idly by.
    Do not remain neutral.
    Do not rely on this broadcast alone.
    We are only as strong as our signal.
    There is a war going on for your mind.
    If you are thinking, you are winning.
    Resistance is victory.
    Defeat is impossible.
    Your weapons are already in hand.
    Reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom.
    Fight with tools.
    Your fate, and that of everyone you know
    Depends on it.
     
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    FLOBOTS


    "Rise"

    So much pain we
    Dont know how to be but angry
    Feel infected like weve got gangrene
    Please dont let anybody try to change me
    Me
    Just me
    In the middle of a sea full of faces
    Full of faces
    Some laugh some salivate
    Whats in your alleyway
    Recycling bins or bullet cases
    Its not equal
    Its not fair
    Were different people
    But were not scared
    We aint never scared
    To pave a new path
    Make a new street
    Build a new bridge
    Say can you see by the dawns early light
    Free slaves running
    Songs words werent right
    Now a new days coming
    The few stay stunning while the many are handsome
    Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom
    The base drumming is the anthem
    We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons
    And

    Rise together we

    Lost hope and found need
    Grounded by our surroundings
    Did the walls scream universities
    Or you and i verse the tees
    React automatic and we burst when squeezed
    And make 9-11 each emergency
    Urgency amber to red like the turning leaves
    Oh please let the hurting cease
    Don't let apathy police the populace
    We will march across
    Those stereotypes that were marked for us
    The answers obvious
    We switch the consonants
    Change the sword to words and lift continents

    If you believe in redemption
    I'm calling to you from another dimension