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A mostly raw, uninhibited, slightly satirical view into the world of Jack Common.

From Bricks to Paper to Plastic

At Corporate headquarters

Greed has no borders

It’s a new world order 

Or dis- 

Where ignorance is bliss 

So let me reminisce 

I’ll spit a bit of wit like gambit

Bring the kinetic energy

Freneticly 

With imagery and symmetry 

Thwartin’ the enemies 

And their distilleries 

That serve the finest spiritry  

Memories of the misery 

That lacks publicity 

Like spreading democracy partially for industry 

It started with for the people by the people 

For an hour then soured with power 

Tragicomic it became 

When the reign of reaganomics 

Gave control to the atomic 

Dropped the bomb on Saddam

For the oil 

Secured the spoils writing off the recoil of the turmoil 

While blood spills on Middle Eastern soil

When business requires troops 

Government jumps through hoops 

Like the Red Cross not serving soup or sauce 

The beneficiaries are the bosses like Tweed 

They lead with Greed 

Gave Tammany an overhaul 

Holding court with the ball 

Until they install 

A corporate America with a sponsored Mantra 

FOLLOW THE MASTER’S CARD 

It’s plastic avant-garde propaganda 

That’ll brand ya 

With a label and enable a battle for the cattle 

Make em bow to the dow and slave for the jones 

Become a cash cow and eat the seeds that are sown

By the lender of the loans 

Every gender is prone to the splendors of the vendor 

That condones casting of stones until surrender to the throne 

My stamp reads return to sender, a numberless contender 

Fighting a power schema like stealing from FEMA or rapping about Beamas 

Self-wealth is not why I ignite the fire in my eyes comes from a brighter light 

Wearing the pyro attire to match the swindle supplier that kindles the desire to form an empire 

Body perspires as head nears the fryer give me the bread keep the batter, the latter 

Created to cover the chicken and thicken the body 

Ideal for the snotty who knows best for the rest like fake breast the image that’s stressed freedom is oppressed when choices are possessed by the jones suggestion 

That we don't question only quest for the possession 

We’re blind to the mind behind material eyes that materialize with imperial lies 

So I try to wrap my head around the dread 

So i can spread some med before we’re bled to the bed 

Put to sleep by the reap of the gremlin’s keep 

Gotta breed a creed to be freed from 

Venture darwinism, commercial feudalism  


Fuck Wheezy

For Love of Language