[TRAINING] Prononciation et articulation.

Level 1


Don't Be.....Silent.

FIGHT.

(violence, mêlées, & disturbances of the peace)

[verse 1]

Here's your introduction to destruction
& the hate sustaining me
Are we safer or in danger?
Drowning in atrocities?
Riot gear, the slaves are here
Piling corpses high
Its the rich man's war
But its the poor that fight
More capitalist crimes,
More enemies than allies
No WMD's - who gives a fuck
If they die
Just kill em all - watch em fall
Skin the world with their lies
Its a rich man's war
But its the poor that fight

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

They don't know
What they started

CONFRONTATION.

My religion of resistance
Challenging everything
Radicals & dissidents
Of creativity
We are the children
Of the siege you hide
In this rich man's war
Where the poor just die
More deception & greed
More wars & disease
More lies from the hive mind
That seek to deceive
A weak nation of need
Like silent thieves in the night
Its a rich man's war
But it's the poor that die

[chorus]

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

They don't know
What they started

CONFRONTATION.

Stand - FIGHT
Speak - FIGHT
Strike back!

Stand - FIGHT
Speak - FIGHT
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started

CONFRONTATION.

[bridge]

This is my
Battle cry!

Defy the lies
Of the tyrant race
With a fist in the air
& a finger in their face!
DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!
DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!
DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!
DEFY THE TYRANTS!
DON'T BE SILENT!

[chorus]

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

Stand up
Speak out
Strike back

They don't know
What they started

CONFRONTATION.

Stand - FIGHT
Speak - FIGHT
Strike back!

Stand - FIGHT
Speak - FIGHT
Strike back!

They don't know
What they started

CONFRONTATION.

[outro]

There's no Way they Can stop us Now

So let them try
We fight or we die

Level 2


It's important to practice good hygiene
At least if you wanna run with my team
I'm bout to get into some shit that I've seen
This fool's breath, I mean so bad it'll melt your ice cream
They say don't say nothing if you can't say nice things
Sittin too close to him it burned, like my eyes sting
I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum
I was a victim of breath on hum
Running his yap about what set he from
Gotta get some gum gotta get him some
He turned it down, his teeth was brown
Excruciating, foreign, it was a new sensation
I had to ask the dope to pass the soap
Cuz his toe had the stench of crustaceans
Or bathrooms in a bus station
He had a can of Olde E and some raisins
Amazing... head to toe B.O.
He didn't know, used to the fragrance
Just as the days went without bathing
He felt manly and not like a maiden
He had one dread, and fungus
Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers
Girls, not the guy you would want to tongue ya
So guys take your cue from this little number

[CHORUS] (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkaaaaaay!

Now at class you need total concentration
But there's kids in the back holdin conversations
Crackin on each other, and neither were poster boys
Both of 'em smell like the type that soap avoids
Coast and Joy, they leave their absence
One's fool's feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks
Brimstone, girls would never bring him home
I was laughin, then his friend raised his tone
And said, "Bud you rolled all over yourself" "yeaaa"
I know some people your ass should be submerged
Like you need to deal with water cuz you smell like a turd
Wanna cap get some courage, your feet smell lurid
Well look it up
And while you're at it, get a cup
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle
You get our vote for most stinkiest
That nigga started thinkin of shit, said I was frail
I said he was stale
Underarms is ripe
Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holy sweats
And we holdin bets, and after this I'm gonna collect
Nigga check, yourself
Respect yourself
And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt
Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive
The funk got you captive
You don't need a map bitch

[CHORUS] (x2)
You gotta wash your ass, if you must
You gotta wash your hair, if you must
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must
Or else you'll be funkaaaaaay!

Level 3



Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
to make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
and the dissidence of miscreants
Especially in this instance
with the never ending persistence
to use the words in each sentence
as if they were blunt instruments
to beat a hole in the defence
of this beauty and her innocence
which serves to just build resistance
in spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I`ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
We just left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn`t really what we`d come to expect

Well good god damn and other such phrases
I haven`t heard a beat like this in ages
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous
But when you heart skips a beat its ruthless and aimless

She caught my attention in her fishnets
Then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
But that weren`t the case with this platinum princess
She`s attracted my interest
So I wanted to impress�.
Upon her all the positive things
That come form having more than just a one night fling
But that`s something that`s easier in theory than in practice
Since pick up lines are tactics
To get prey to the mattress
And this actress
Is practiced
In shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics

So my genuine advances are met with po-faced scepticism
Throwing complements but she just straight elects to miss them
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them

But I really want to know what she thinks of me
Because I`m loving every idiosyncrasy
But I ain`t one to jump through hoops to make a 1st impression
Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons
We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are
So I real selves take a backseat behind the pomp and the façade
And that`s as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard

bon courage