\"Word to your mother\"

October 06, 2005Good week so far...

Here is a song about bush. I hope you enjoy it as much as me!

\"Mosh\"
Eminem

I pleadge allgence to the flag of the United States of America,
and the to the republic ( People!! It feels so good to be back)for which it stands,
one nation under God indevisable...(Mosh with me now)


You scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind.
I give sight to the blind, my insight\'s through the mind,
I exercise my right to express when I feel it\'s time.
It\'s just all in your mind - what you interpret it as?
I say to fight, you take it as I\'ma whip someone’s ass.
If you don’t understand, don’t even bother to ask.
A father who has grown up with a father-less past,
who has blown up now to rap phenomenon
that has, or at least shows, no difficulty multi-taskin\' and juggling both.
Perhaps mastered-his-craft slash entrepreneur
who has helped launch a few more rap acts
who’s had a few obstacles thrown his way
through the last half of his career.
Typical manure, moving past that
mister kiss-his-ass-crack, he’s a class-act,
rubber-band man, yeah, he just snaps back.



Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness,
as I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed,
carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
come with me, and I wont steer you wrong,
put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog,
to the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight,
we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
we gon’ march through the swamp,
we gon’ mosh through the marsh,
take us right through the doors.
Come on..


All the people up top, on the side and the middle,
come together, let\'s all form this stomp just a little.
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back.
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black,
no matter what color, all that matters we\'re gathered together,
to celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather.
If it rains, let it rain.
Yeah, the wetter the better.
They ain’t gon’ stop us - they can\'t,
we\'re stronger now, more then ever.
They tell us \"No\", we say \"Yeah\".
They tell us \"Stop\", we say \"Go\".
Rebel with a rebel yell,
Raise hell - we gon’ let em know.
Stomp, push, shove, mush..
Fuck Bush!
Until they bring our troops home, c\'mon, just..



Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness,
as I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed,
carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
come with me, and I wont steer you wrong,
put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog,
to the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight,
we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
we gon’ march through the swamp,
we gon’ mosh through the marsh,
take us right through the doors.
Come on..



Imagine it pourin’, it\'s rainin’ down on us.
Mosh pits outside the oval office...
Someone’s tryin to tell us something.
Maybe this is God just sayin\' we\'re responsible
for this monster - this coward that we have empowered.
This is Bin Laden...
look at his head noddin’.
How could we allow something like this without pumpin\' our fists?
Now, this is our final hour,
let me be the voice, and your strength and your choice...
let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise.
Try to amplify it, times it, and multiply it by sixteen million
people are equal at this high pitch.
Maybe we can reach Al Qaeda through my speech.
Let the president answer a high anarchy...
strap him with a AK-47, let him go fight his own war,
let him impress daddy that way.
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil.
No more psychological warfare to trick us to thinking that we ain’t loyal.
If we don’t serve our own country, we’re patronizing a hero.
Look in his eyes, its all lies.
The stars and stripes have been swiped,
washed out, and wiped; and replaced with his own face.
Mosh now or die!
If I get sniped tonight, you’ll know why
‘cuz I told you to fight...



Come along, follow me, as I lead through the darkness,
as I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed,
carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
come with me, and I wont steer you wrong,
put your faith in your trust, as I guide us through the fog,
to the light at the end of the tunnel we gon’ fight,
we gon’ charge, we gon’ stomp,
we gon’ march through the swamp,
we gon’ mosh through the marsh,
take us right through the doors.
Come on..


And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm.. in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ.. as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president for the present.. and mosh for the future of our next generation.. to speak and be heard.. Mr. President.. Mr. Senator..

Can you guys hear us? Hahaha...