Jihad lírico

Yeah
Asalam Amílcar (hum) on the mic
Counterculture, 2012, let’s go

I’m sitting here reading a paper with my pants down
Not giving a damn about this formal world of washed souls
Clean on the outside but rotten on the inside
Now I’m out looking to see everyone’s true self
I told the Catholic Church to smoke it with some incense
Naturally grown from the land I belong to
The true Church is your body, brother
I traded Sundays at mass for meditation sessions
Daily push-ups, pull-ups, and crunches
I hit the streets ready to fight Satan
Disguised as cops and law doctors
Look at their works and you’ll recognize
I read teachings from Marcus Garvey and Haile Selassie
Saw the tears of apartheid cried by Brenda Fassie
If Africa is the mother of all humanity
What do you call men who fuck their own midwife?
3, 2, 1
3, 2, 1
3, 2, 1, have you found the answer yet?
'Motherfuckers' will be swallowed by earthquakes
Mass murderers wanting to see everyone dead in the ground
Or paranoid, scared of contagion
From diseases that doctors create in a test tube
While they’re snorting lines of coke, enjoying days of high
They wage biological warfare, then send in the troops
Or send the missionaries
Non-Governmental Organizations for humanitarian aid
They took down Iraq, rebuilt it in 3 days
Now they party in Baghdad like they do in the Caribbean
The Lyrical Jihad is about to start
Cultural resistance in a satirical poem
Against those who get drunk and turn the world into a brothel
They give gold to the needy, but there’s no glory in being a beggar. (No!)

Yah man, that’s how it is, Asalam Amílcar, listen to the Wise Words
This is counterculture, against your individualistic culture
We live in community man, still man, big shoutout to Valete, Mozambique-Portugal
On the front lines, at the forefront
One path man, one path pay attention man, manifestation of ourselves, of who we are
Enough with the censorship, each one is who they are, we’re respected for who we are man, that’s the greatest miracle
Ambassadors of culture man