[Verse 1: Esoteric]

Hey yo filibuster real adjusters Sitting Bull is killing Custer
I spent my life with Lady Liberty and still don’t [bad word] her
She like a nagging wife in life and I can’t tune her out
I’m not moving out, she won’t let me move without her
She yelling louder at the criminals that move the powder
But I’m still under her thumb, under the sun
Under the gun, under my roof
The number one suspect when [bad word] to the booth under the [bad word] Hey, something’s odd, one nation under fraud
Focused on three things: [bad word]  guns, and God
Old money cause Ace [bad word] your card
And [bad word] trumps that with [bad word] back
I wanna stay months abroad and what? Get a divorce
Cause I ain’t digging this state, you’re like a helicopter mom
From a polygamist sect, the Patriot Act is as patriotic as al-Qaida rockets
But you make it like it’s Davey Crockett
I don’t need the medicine that Jay Severin push
He talk on and on while blood from veterans gush
Lex Luther’d be better than Bush
Now that’s evil, Lady Liberty needs to be peaceful

[Columbia by Langston Hughes]

My dear girl, you really haven’t been a virgin so long. It’s ludicrous to keep up the pretext. You’re terribly involved in world assignations and you’ve slept with all the big powers in military uniforms and everybody knows this.

[Verse 2: Trademarc]

Hey yo Bilderberg built a merger, money and it’s built to hurt you
Honorary members will disperse your monetary lenders
Render you anonymous, Lady Liberty’s a misnomer cause she own ya
In bed with all the bankers and conglomerates that bone her
The moderates that only watch profit when our soldiers march
Scolder in the public eye, eating off the same plate, feeling on her [bad word] thigh
Firefights looking like summer skies at night when bombs fly
I might [bad word] feathers and smuggle Berettas into the Oval Office
And re-arrange the remainder of his thoughts
When the presidential chambers and my banger hit their mark
And the muzzle flash spark, illuminates the dark
Making blood-splatter look like [bad word] art
And shooting galleries, chop shop his whole anatomy
(Oh, let’s talk it out?)
I’d rather find his heart and carve it out, no doubt
You Cub Scout partisans are laid out like ottomans
And far colder than when autumn ends and when the coroner bends, it all depends
I’m sooner to gun down the president’s head
And leave the White House front lawn polluted with the dead

[Columbia by Langston Hughes]

You’ve taken the sweet life of all the little brown fellows in loincloths and cotton trousers. When they’ve resisted, you’ve yelled, “Rape.” Being one of the world’s big vampires, why don’t [bad word] on out and say so like all the other nymphomaniacs of power?

[Verse 3: Slaine]

Oil grabbing ovaries, Lady Liberty is ? and violent
Vocally, she’s a [bad word]  chivalry is dead
Ice cold shivery, televisions are being fed
Eyes so vividly visioned they’d imprison me instead
This isn’t being fed up, this is off with their head
What’s the price of a bullet? We are lost being led
Follow stray shots, bombs in their eyes burst as they watch
How many grave plots? When do we say stop?
When do we take responsibility?
Are we willing to [bad word] these villains with suits and ties
Who lust for billions?
Are we filled with the ability to really be ill?
I don’t need no [bad word] Bill or Hillary still
I feel like they’re villains too to really be real
So I got artillery filled, kill or be killed
In these killing fields, false prophets profit from loss
Gosh, I wonder how much the whole Oval Office will cost
And it’s only getting worse now, Bush was nothing
McCain could be the first one to push the button
Who do we [bad word] now when we can’t even [bad word] us?
There’s no peace we can find, there’ ain’t no justice
Just a war going on against each of us
We need to reach down deep and start speaking up
Cause everybody’s illing when the buildings