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"MASTER CLEANSE" - OldBoy Rhymes x Sage Francis x Rituals of Mine x Alxndrbrwn [official video]

Published on Fri, Jan 19th 2024 Music Rectangular HD Age restricted

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Lyrics: OldBoy Rhymes, Sage Francis, Rituals of Mine
Production: Alxndrbrwn
Artwork: ArtByTai

Anyone who wishes to provide financial support to help the affected citizens in Gaza, we understand how difficult it can be figuring out the best entities to donate to. The following organizations are ones we’ve vetted and feel the most confident about:

Palestine Red Crescent Society
https://www.palestinercs.org/en/Donation

United Nations Relief and Works Agency
https://donate.unrwa.org/-landing-page/en_EN

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund
https://www.pcrf.net/

Doctors Without Borders
https://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/what-we-do/where-we-work/palestine

If anyone feels strongly about another organization that we should consider including on this list, please feel free to contact us about that.

LYRICS:
(OLDBOY RHYMES)
This is a lost Earth
People’s heads are down but they're pointing up like it's God’s turf
A synagogue, a mosque, a black rock, or a pop church
Playing Christian rock in a concert
Whether left wing like Madonna's skirts or the right wing like the John Birch
A holy man quotes proverbs while they toss dirt on a toddler
In a casket that he’s wrapped in like a bratwurst
Real monsters where the shots burst from militiamen in their assault merch
Where the helicopters sound like cha-ka cha-ka cha-ka cha-ka
…Reconnaissance work
Where the citizens stop as they’re frisking their pockets a kid who's just out on a job search
Where a doctor's got post-traumatic stress disorder ‘cause all the gory stuff that he saw hurts
Where the people are stuck and the demons amok
And they’re saying that peace is some treasonous stuff and babies are dying like clockwork
I’m having lucid dreams of gruesome scenes
Things that humans beings do when we become too extreme
Pursue our pray like wolverines, we root for teams
But some see troops as a means to an end
They salute the marines while funding the Mujahideen
Funding coups for a new regime, puppets we move on strings
But then there’s blowback collateral damage you see on your news feed
And we choose to read only one side of the narrative screaming through computer screens
Zoom meetings where the truth is reduced to a meme
Lunacy we can’t find unity instead I’m losing sleep
Watching refugee encampment tents turn to blood baths
Of punctured abdomens, gashed skin, and fractured limbs
While weapon manufacturers are cashing in
Flags of neo-fascist men flap in the wind
Back in Washington fat, old, conservative chickenhawks act masculine
And they act offended like I'm a bigot for even questioning or asking them
If hate is a communicable pathogen passed to them
Javelin missiles and Apache’s blasting
This is the psychology of a master cleanse

(RITUALS OF MINE)
How many becomes too much?
How many justified then becomes enough?
I see the whole becoming hollow
But the terrain's still rough
Losing ourselves in ego
When we should have given up
The kingdom failed you
Your king failed you
To loosen your grip
The fear of unknown
The fear of being seen
I guess it's easier to deflect and revise the history
Hold the white flag
Give me something to believe in

(SAGE FRANCIS)
How can I watch all these kids get killed and not speak up?
Along with healthcare workers and not speak up?
Journalist upon journalist and not speak up?
While so many mouth pieces feel the need to keep shut.
For what?
Is that career suicide to you?
Or just the comfortable but scared side of you?
Who was thumping their bible when Bethlehem got bombed on Christmas?
Did y’all send your thoughts and prayers in whispers?
Hoping no one would really listen or hear it and then share their own opinions?
Schools and hospitals get targeted, this ain’t a difference of religion
Nor is it antisemitism
Judaism is not the zionist agenda, America funds Israel by the billions
Upon billions, upon billions
It’s all good since they use that money to purchase our weapons and ammunition
If you always identify as the victim
I guess any form of resistance is an assault on your existence
Just remember how the “Won’t someone think of the children” contingent
Went dead silent amidst all the the indiscriminate killing
The apartheid, the genocide, the open air prisons
Slaughtered civilians, please spare us the what about-isms
This is a 75 year negative feedback loop
With an oppressed and an oppressor, a neck and boot
For a people who’ve been brutalized for so goddamn long
You’ve gotta know deep down this shit is wrong

FULL LYRICS AVAILABLE AT http://oldboyrhymes.bandcamp.com