Fight
Everybody. Listen up. This shit is fucked up. Time to act. dJudgeQc is rising an army of artists to bring the monotony of the economy down to the ground, Beat makers, lyricists and other sick geeks, Pole dancers, paint masters and other slick freaks Yes I’m calling out every creator to denounce the fact that every ounce is under attack by betrayers of the gods. Yes I’m calling out every gladiator to fight against the system, all it contains and maybe against all odds. It’s time to put an end, to the game, of the fame, of the villainous elite running us right into a spiral of shame. *Breathing.* We’re running out of air. Society is dying and is difficult to bare, Where’s the doctor when we need him probably treating sick rich vermin, in the furnace of the darkness in another realm of pain. Not that we need healing but our people have been struggling and we’re looking and we’re searching and we’re craving to get out. But there is no way out, we’re stuck in it, it’s infinite, it’s imminent, people are pummeling and getting ready to shout. You can count on it, fire is lit, prepare to feel our grit, we stand united, with desire to wire the bout. For one finger alone can only break so many bones but when there’s five, you cannot hide, the fist of pride becomes alive. Cause we will fight. Yes we will fight. We will fight. Fight. Fight. Fight.
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Everybody. Listen up. This shit is fucked up. Time to act. dJudgeQc is rising an army of artists to bring the monotony of the economy down to the ground, Beat makers, lyricists and other sick geeks, Pole dancers, paint masters and other slick freaks Yes I’m calling out every creator to denounce the fact that every ounce is under attack by betrayers of the gods. Yes I’m calling out every gladiator to fight against the system, all it contains and maybe against all odds. It’s time to put an end, to the game, of the fame, of the villainous elite running us right into a spiral of shame. *Breathing.* We’re running out of air. Society is dying and is difficult to bare, Where’s the doctor when we need him probably treating sick rich vermin, in the furnace of the darkness in another realm of pain. Not that we need healing but our people have been struggling and we’re looking and we’re searching and we’re craving to get out. But there is no way out, we’re stuck in it, it’s infinite, it’s imminent, people are pummeling and getting ready to shout. You can count on it, fire is lit, prepare to feel our grit, we stand united, with desire to wire the bout. For one finger alone can only break so many bones but when there’s five, you cannot hide, the fist of pride becomes alive. Cause we will fight. Yes we will fight. We will fight. Fight. Fight. Fight.
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