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Acts Of Humanity Vol. 1&2

by Junkyard Empire

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They got it all perfected, target selected Even if you democratically elected Resurrected presidents, better check ya regiments School of the Americas be trainin terrorists Federal embezzlements of foreign investments Military juntas supplied with weapons Suppress the unions with death squad delegates Everyday elements of central intelligence Forget democracy, this is U.S. foreign policy Destabilize the region then invade them economically Ironically, state department denies this tragic comedy Thousands murdered, organized chaos of a coup d’état Covert ops for multinational stocks Building blocks so they can cop 3rd World cash crops Criminals for minerals and right wing generals Paid plentiful to manhandle like animals You help the people, they call you a communist No common sense, dominance Is all they make a promise with Guess what, that’s mission accomplished So overthrow Arbenz, murder Allende, Lumumba Replace them with Pinochet, Trujillo, Mubutu From Papa Doc in Haiti, Noriega in the 80’s Repressive regimes guarantee America gets the C.R.E.A.M. Just listen can you hear the hissin, slitherin and slippin Distant vision twistin through the darkest forest on a mission Trained assassins blastin, makin massacres happen Never unmasked, they got your ass, just a snake in the grass Oh say can you see the Nazi spies on the CIA payroll Or hear the lies over Radio Free Europe Or read about it in the Washington Central Intelligence Times I pledge allegiance to the overthrow and murder of democratically elected leaders Like Guatemala’s Arbenz and Iran’s Mosaddegh Oh beautiful for spacious skies full of bombs dropping on Laos America the beautifully executed COINTELPRO and Operation Chaos programs Designed to disrupt Civil Rights and Anti War Movements My country shame on thee for the Iran-Contra scandal and kidnapping Aristide from Haiti Do you know the meaning of liberty? Well do you? It’s hot now, you locked down Downtown locked down Pop piddy pop pop pop, hear the glock sound Prison for the citizens, the system’s equivalent of due process For the protest, get ya throat split Bow-tie cause you voted for the wrong guy This ain’t democracy, its monopoly For the benefit of the suit and tie guy from NY to DC The friendliest enemies, we negotiate with new regimes Numerous casualties that you don’t see on NBC That’s the price that’s paid for our new source of energy No matter Nixon, Clinton, Reagan, Bush, Obama, Kennedy
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We Want 02:37
We Want We want to smash, crash, mash, bash, blast the system We want to get it hype, get it live, get with the mission We want the crowd loud, fist pumpin, rhythm is hittin We want to make it clear, we ain't scared, this is the vision we want We Want We want a liberated land, supporting human conditions Not free market propaganda and corrupt politicians Cause they owned by special interest groups that fund their campaigns That's why you hear the same old thangs they claim but change never came It's a dirty game maintained by reign for capital gain But my people gettin tired of the pain and the shame We're not commodities or cogs that turn the global economy We're the promise of a legacy, a spirit we're honorin An anomaly to those who can't imagine a world Without oppressive forces slavin for almighty dollar bills We got that love, uplift your brothers and your sisters The people together can overthrow the system We got that love uplift your brothers and your sisters The people organized can build the kind of future we want Unmistakable times, stakes is high Unthinkable crimes, perpetrated by the criminal minds With political ties, habitual lies Alibis disguised under the guise of democracy Politics of the apocalypse, got the skies lookin ominous So the oceans burn bright with waves full of poison Genocide, wars fought by little boys and The weapons manufactured, paid for by our taxes While the bridges and the levees and the mines collapsin All the prisons filled to capacity, citizens hypnotized by the master thief Divide and conquer, steal the masterpiece Open your eyes and realize what's happening Times runnin out to reach our potential If you ain't at the table, then you probably on the menu
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The way our paths crossed, an unconventional lesson of karma You were the lotus, I the impenetrable body of armor Your roots are royal, they nurture the soil beside you You seek my sunlight for its photosynthetic value You were the missing theme in the novel of my inner mind I was the perfect storm that rained, not at the perfect time We were the tracks that trans-versed in parallel Across the deserts of Jupiter, where our chi dwells I am the moon that orbits you as you orbit the sun You were the vessel that transported me where I was from We synthesized time and plucked the notes of string theory You lead me through the labyrinth when I couldn’t see clearly I am the gravity that keeps you spinnin on your axis You are the windmill, the backspin, the art splashed on my canvass (Yeah, now put your hands in the air y’all) Now make your shoulder work and feel it in your neck Get it under your skin, it’s kinda complex Now will you follow me, along this pathway? Can I tempt you? It’s kind of risqué And let your hips go, can you feel the rhythm? Feel the bassline, get it in your system And let your lips go, and say it’s alright The way this groove is feelin, we’ll be there all night You’re standin over there just a little too far How can I get you to come closer? I like that energy you’re givin it’s alright Maybe if I can just know your name Figure out who you are and when you came Blame it on the heat makin me feel alright As I looked back, amazed at the legacy that we created We were the essence of the human form emancipated We intersected and unraveled our complexity Trans-versed the seas, explored til our perspectives meet We shared the pain of sacrifice during the insurrection And watched the moon rise and set our gaze on new directions You transcribed my dialect as I decoded your signals We were the prototype of our descendants’ rituals We defined reciprocal as we danced elliptical around a mystical force rejoice habitual We existed between moments that we could recall And brought it back with the, a with the (Yes Yes Y’all….) Your sunlight blinded my eyes, mesmerized As the skies opened wide, we rode tides to the shoreline More rhymes poured through, the wisdom endured you Implored you to see the majesty before you Deliberately fell victim to a cinematic vision Your intuition broke me out of my isolated prison Put schisms behind, our missions aligned as we climbed to the summit Faced fear, never runnin from it Never looked back as we plummet into the unknown Sowed the seeds until the harvest was full grown (So put your hands in the air one time y’all) How can I get you to come closer to me I like that energy, it’s alright Maybe if I could just know your name, figure out who you are baby Makin me feel alright It’s alright
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Kritikal 04:37
A hostile brotha walked the block with a scowl on Pants sagged, heat wave, no shirt with a towel on 8th grade summer school, though his mind is wonderful The block testin him like “Nigga what you wanna do?” Teachers stressin him like “Where is your number 2?” He knows the material but ain’t tryna hear it though Back row, head on his desk lookin pitiful Can’t find a scenario where this shit’s useful His pops laid off, no rent, cut the lights off Vietnam vet, he was ill with the rifle Now he stays quiet and he’s lookin kinda psycho Mumbles to himself how he was used by the white folk Can’t get a real job, can’t get a small loan, medical benefits all but gone He and his son be singin the same song and it goes on and on… Repetition, circling through past lives Read your history, so we don’t let the past rise, Kritikal thinking open your eyes to the vast lies Or we’ll be living in the final days, last times Brotha in Afghanistan, fights for the Taliban His dad a Mujahedeen, fought for his homeland Thirteen with an M-16, nightmares at night cold sweat with the scream Sees the scene of his mother being blown to smithereens Just six and witnessed the missile Pieces of brain mixed with blood and soft tissue Now he walks with a pistol and hate by the fistful Lifetime of warfare, the picture getting more clear The richer we getting here, the more their getting poor there Five years later, young brotha didn’t graduate Limited options, had to deal with the magistrate Now he packs heavy weight, helmets fatigues Standard issue boots, backpack, canteen Red, white, and blue flag stitched at the seams Infrared binoculars, checkin out the scene Routine deployment, green Hum-V Playing hopscotch with the IED’s Rolled up on a gathering at quarter to three A bunch of old heads, long beards no teeth Call it intuition, he sensed something suspicious Radioed for back-up, they was out of position Ran for cover, flashbacks of his mother Hoverin over his bed, pulled back on the covers Sayin it’s all a trick, don’t enlist The rich get all the money while the poor get shit His chest heaving heavy as he fought for breath Felt for his legs, but he had none left Eyes opened wide but the sky was hazy Goin out like this man I must be crazy Can’t pay me enough and my girl got a baby Life’s yes or no, no time for a maybe Last thing he saw standin over his shoulder Was the fierce gaze of an Afghani soldier The moral of the story, what I’m sayin is true Look in the mirror, the reflection ain’t you Sent to kill with no soul like a zombie Political pawns hypnotized so calmly They don’t want you to hear this sentiment Poor folks die while the rich ones benefit Never forget who pays the price And ask yourself, would they give they life? When they send you to die all their wealth multiplies Stock prices rise for every bomb that flies Campaign funds for the next election How come Congress ain’t have a recession? Kritikal thought is the ability to question Kritikal thought is the ability to question Cause times are getting kritikal
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Quieren libertad? Rock el imperio Quieren justicia? Rock el imperio Quieren igualdad? Rock el imperio Puño arriba, rock el imperio If you ain’t get it by now, reverse go back and rewind The energy in my rhyme align with chakras in your spine Intrinsic forces divorced from preconceived courses The pulse of my voice guides you right back to the source It’s the hieroglyphics specific to certain biorhythmics From Atlantic to Pacific, prolific with linguistics Your brain fixes on the focal point of my narrative The lust for cabbage turns average ones to savages My pattern is shatterin your elitist little gathering With ways more esoteric than the magic of the Vatican Habits of badder men, and the origins of sin Lead rappers to the fact of the matter when they see their fans scatterin Listen to me spit and say that “I don’t wanna rap again” Then go open the packagin and guzzle down a Heineken The vinyl spins until its cut and cross faded I patiently waited my turn, now I just have to go and take it Flick of the wrist and toss you like a discuss Bear witness to the slickest bunch of hip-hop misfits You know the scenario, crank up your stereo St. Paul to Havana, we be rockin el imperio Promoters always talkin bout “Junkyard Empire’s too controversial” We don’t fit in the circumference of your weak commercial circle The workers is hurtin so I’m dispersin the verse and Immersin each person in the knowledge they been thirstin That’s why we ride with socialists through the protests They be like “Why you rap like this?” I tell em ask an activist And find out why hip-hop is the culture of the downtrodden Those that’s on the margin harvesting this sound garden Started by artists carving spaces amongst the vacant Starving for our placement in the history of the ancients Painting graffiti with the beauty of Nefertiti It’s the reason you see me kickin a hole in the TV Through woofers and tweeters, so crank up your speakers And go ask ya chica, she be like “Puño arriba” Live in ya barrio, you know the scenario Junkyard Empire, we be rockin el imperio
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Along the rails lay broken whispers Bars severed into fragments Blasted and shattered by the passing trains of thought Without any inkling that they ever existed There are no brakes to end the erasure of these Urban story condemned building histories Patterns unlike any other known to mankind This pronunciation is cryptic to those who don’t speak it… speak it Scene’s so intense the time is changing Blowing in the wind I’m like the gage and Trying to get my aim but not sustaining It feels like a hurricane is raging Time keeps moving but I’m not aging Mic in my hand, I rock the stage and Praising the sun just like the pagans Stays in the sun I’m like the raisin What is freedom? Is it the ability to move within the vicinity of a facility? A false reality, the façade of a totalitarian democracy Or is it how you rock with me mentally? Back and forth to the cadence of my voice You know, the complex schism of beats, rhymes and rhythm Revolution revolve around the revolver Bending backwards to oblivion, soldiers call her Back into the switch the evolver Stand to fight for rights and signs of life She rise fly heights you’ve never seen Bright eyes might blind the fight in me Trying times, fine rhymes call my destiny Stride right, high life got the best of me What is freedom? Is it the perceived option to choose between two preconceived concoctions Of a two party dictatorship, based on maintaining a deranged relationship With no explanation of our benefits Or is it how you venture into the scenery of this rythmatic entity Eventually taking hold of your brain chemistry One time, you mesmerized Combine minds, we epitomize the sunshine Keep it rolling and flowing, back like stolen a moment Act the holding of currents in that nautical ship My audible clip split like particle shit The record might skip, you better get hip to the movement Cause it’s soothing, grooving humans with no delusions What is freedom? Is it an abstract concept to a degree? Something you can be partially? Or is it the sum total of your independent parts? Like book smarts and body art All or nothing, life’s original assumption Buried under an indoctrination of consumption Or is it a trigonometric function? Is that why you’re cosigning to the complex schism Of beats rhymes and rhythm? Calling all freedom writers, Calling all freedom writers To not only rewrite history, but dismantle the mystery This is a new train of thought, don’t lose your ticket Mama is the pilot and the scenery is about to change You might feel some turbulence so buckle your seatbelts It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but it’s smooth on the other side
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Manifest 05:11
The ingrained psychology of a philosophy so simple Where the principle is a symbol to show you we're invincible And if we're not convincing you, cause that's what we were sent to do We'll take a religious view and make it more effective Then embed it in a sermon so you know that god said it Cause god said it If we embed it in a sermon, then you'll know that god said it So the message becomes repetitive, seduce you like a sedative You hear it in school, in the media and in your church edifice We're the civilized here to save the savages Their culture is ravenous, they're a lesser people Not equal to receive the gifts bestowed on god's righteous leaders Let's teach them they're inferior and should despise themselves And if they don't conform to us, they've destined themselves for hell If they rebel we have no choice but to take them by force It's what we're destined for, so you know it's god's law And if need be it's a justification for war By any means necessary, destroy all our adversaries And spread our doctrine to the edge of the Earth Cause the world is ours, it was manifested by birth Can't you see we're the most respectable, intellectual, Our culture is superior, you mortals are forgettable We want your land and your resources for the nourishment of our society But don't fight it and don't test we Just realize this is your manifest destiny This is your destiny, let destiny manifest And god bless First written by a Democrat, John O'Sullivan It was used to justify taking Texas from the Mexicans Not to mention slaughtering every Native American But why stop there, let's just snatch the whole Caribbean Haiti to Puerto Rico and the Dominican El Salvador, Peru and down to Colombians Where they pick coca beans, but let's expand overseas To the Philippines and slaughter the Vietnamese Niggas please, let's catch half of Africa and make them plow the pasture Cause the expansion needs to happen faster And I'll chop off your foot if you forget to call me master There's oil is Uzbekistan, so we control Afghanistan Build pipelines and ship it south of Pakistan It's manifested, the world is ours for the taking Forsaking every ounce of decency, call it the great awakening Manifest Destiny is a doctrine of oppression Cleaned and dressed up for national protection It's not historical or metaphorical because it happens today It's the driving force behind our foreign policy It happens from Nicaragua all the way to Falujah Every time a president says hallelujah We support it, hand over hearts, singing the anthem We support it at Starbucks, throwing a tantrum Like "I need my fucking latte, Ethiopian blend" We support it cause sweatshops make all the latest trends We support it with the diamonds on our necks and our fingers We support it overseas thinking they should speak English When we turn a blind eye to economic injustice Then invade your borders, turn around and say "trust us" But don't fight it and don't test we Just realize, this is your manifest destiny
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My mind bends when I write rhymes Transcend space time like I got a flux capacitor in my spine So I rap at 88 miles per hour With the power to devour any coward stepping to me Got a recipe for sesame MC’s stir-fried to perfection It’s a delicacy, my rhymes practice celibacy You can’t fuck with me cause I rap sickly Let me quickly demonstrate how I elevate as I penetrate the bass line Procreate, write a new rhyme, make y’all react like an enzyme Electromagnetic like a photon, spin around your head like electrons Causing neurons to disintegrate, when I radiate you meditate Let your mind ventilate Come with me let’s vacate this dimension Did I mention the ascension when I flip it in triplicate Infinite sentiments complement throughout the continent Bring it back, let your foot tap Catch a contact from the black brainiac with the maniac flows Keep your eyes closed and you might overdose When I flip hypnotic prose at your souls Prime Meridian style, straight up and down The sounds too profound when I compound, let’s calm down Come on y’all back to the basics Cutting and breaking taking it back to the basics Throw on your Kangols and lace your Asics We rhyming brothers, taking it back to the basics Never mind that we got to rewind that, Hip-Hop Find that feeling in the middle of the rhyme Digie getting into the venue to send crews to the basics, Digie bodacious Flows spacious get it live when I see the b-boys fat laces, hands up high Give me the energy when I rhyme, so I can throw it back at you First with a passion, first with the cash man, first with the rap man Asking you, do you want to ride like a passenger? Junkyard bump hard bogaurd like a running back None of that whackness, Abstract Pack this representing lovely Better practice, if you think of stepping up we’ll leave you backwards Digie y’all, RDM no arguing, let’s go The word play is nice, tongue slices like Pentjak Silat Unorthodox context plus the impact is not what the people expect Cause every chamber's like chess, the mic check tests load breath stress depth To the nondescript I'm a fundamentalist, Who hits with the force of Dalton and Schmidt Swing batter The patterns and schemes cleaner than Irish Spring lather A multi-tasking mad hatter with a swagger reminiscent of Ricky Walters My aura is Gibraltar or pure iron ore, whichever is softer At peace like a Mennonite when I write, but then with the mic My life reflects the tribulations of a Cenobite With such sites to show you, suffer the pain The more you fear the more we overload you With blind fits of rage on stage we get emotional The greatest MC write a passage if any Now it's odd how weaker minds immortalize the vibe of melancholyness for pennies It's probably just envy, but nevermind the haters All that "greater than less than" just helps when its time to work the next plan So when it comes to pseudo-rhyme sayers, poets and essayists Let's say it's the fame to blame for ignoring the basics Above all, remember this before you spit, if it's not true love you shouldn't deal with it.
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The wrath of a path that’s destined toward extinction Two warring factions that blast without thinking One wants a home the other wants survival A tribal rival that predates the Bible Conflict, the philosophy of atrocity Where Israel’s become the epitome of hypocrisy An occupying force, endorse religious divisions And turned the Gaza Strip into a virtual prison So turn on your TV and see the effects of conflict Quassam rockets and suicide bomb threats The response from Israeli defenses beyond relentless A catastrophic attack on the heads of the defenseless Innocent civilians, women and children Bombs on homes and mosques and school buildings Cut the electricity, cut off the water Shot on sight if you come near the border It’s a slaughter, the murders and tortures with horror Marauders of the Haganah met with Jihadis and Infitadas in Gaza Daughters screaming “Inshallah” backed by U.S. dollars It’s enough to make you holla for the apocalypse to Allah Let’s take a step back and figure out how’d we get to this And witness this crisis with historical emphasis Palestine, a place of conflict for millenniums A land between the Mediterranean and Mesopotamia Conquered by the Philistines and Babylonians Persians, Egyptians, Greeks and Romans The romance would never last, homelands would collapse Religious wars happen fast, movements of the mass The city of Jerusalem considered a holy land By Hebrews, Christians and the Muslims A holy war led by Abu Bakar Then the Crusades for Jesus Christ the superstar All the while Jews were persecuted uprooted and muted This is the origin of the Zionist movement A way to unify and give their life improvement But the struggle continues in the search for a homeland Modern day Palestine, home to millions of Arabs A secular land with people of all religions That coexist despite all their ethnic divisions But the Zionists will stop at nothing to gain their territory Here’s where the story gets gory for the Zionist glory At first Zionism was about liberation A place for the Jewish Diaspora to call a nation But then came a superiority complex Thinking they were better than the Arab farmers Zionist racism with British imperialism Set the stage for a cataclysmic schism World War I, the struggle begins again England double deals with Zionists and the Palestinians But they were truly the ultimate liars Their only goal was to expand their empire But little did they know, they didn’t have a clue That Palestine was a bite that they couldn’t chew Soon the British bastards came to discover That the Arabs and Jews would fight them and each other (The Arabs and Jews would fight them and each other) It’s ironic to hear, with today’s theatrics That Israelis were the first to use terrorist tactics Bombing British targets and praising martyrs The situation’s ugly and there’s no progress The conflict continues through World War II And the Nazi Holocaust killed six millions Jews This gave rise to sympathy for the Zionist movement And the creation of Israel, it made the blueprint In 1948 it was made official, the UN sanctioned the state of Israel Dismissal of the Palestinians was abysmal They lost most of the land and this is critical The split of the land was pure frustration They got less than 50%, they were two-thirds the population But what comes next sets today’s context Israeli expansion and occupational conquest (Here’s the conflict) England moved out and Israel took over Plundering land like European explorers Palestinians flee with little possessions Israeli expansion turns to ethnic cleansing The future of the region becomes ominous Palestinians pushed to the West Bank and Gaza Strip Conflict.
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Catharsis 06:32

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released June 21, 2011

Produced, Engineered, Mixed by Brian Susko
Mastered by Tom Garneau @ Audio Active (Deephaven, MN)
Label: MediaRoots Music

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Tracks 1-5 & 7 recorded in a basement (Minneapolis, MN)
Track 6 Recorded in a bedroom (Regla, Cuba)
Tracks 8-13 recorded @ Winterland Studios (Minneapolis, MN)
All tracks mixed @ Dharma Sound Studios (Santa Monica, CA)

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Junkyard Empire Saint Paul, Minnesota

Junkyard empire follows in the tradition of those artists who have openly called for revolution in America when it was needed.

After 5 records, hundreds of shows, a tour of Cuba, and performances as many legendary protests, they are not together anymore, but their music stands and is as relevant as it ever was.
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