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CompositorepunkDandy
Autore testiReda
EsecutoreHardonik
Data esecuzione18/07/2010
Luogo esecuzioneBologna - Spectrum Studio
EtichettaSpectrum - KillUrBarber
ProduttoreHardonik
Data di pubblicazioneAgosto 2010
GenereReggae / Dub
ProvenienzaHardonik
LicenzaTutti i diritti riservati
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Fingerprints in US. Airport*

“Fingers Prints in US Airport
Let see if new amerika will change
Pigs behavour without flavor
Asking your gran’Mada tele-phone number

Yor Card Credit Number
And they think find gold in the desert...lord
Yor Card Credit Number
And they think find gold in the desert...lord

In the month of Dicembre/
Obama get/ elected with a big high number/
He just fit the mow/
and with the power of God/ he get the vote
yes he got the vote

In the month of Dicembre/
Obama get/ elected with a big high number/
He just fit the mow/
and with the power of God/ he get the vote
yes he got the vote

Four hundred year of slavery
(other may in imperialism)
consipirancy and so called Difense
(to bring world to the terror)

Five/ hundred year of slavery
consipirancy/ and so called Difense

Police man ask me /ask me to wait
He have to check & control my weigh/

My guitar/ is my only arm
I’m the weapon in the state terrorism mind
I know you know about me

All of you with a green passport/
don’t wanna burn waiting in the airport
I don’t wanna be burned in your immigration service
I don’t wanna be lost in your airport
I don’t wanna be lost in your airpot
I said I don’t wanna be lost

‘Cause it wave of hate / I see wave of rage
I see Hope I see dark I see smile I see love

wave of hate / I see wave of rage
I see dark I see Hope

wave of hate / I see wave of rage
I see dark I see Hope I see rage I see love

wave of hate / I see wave of rage
I see dark I see love

Poor & pround* loved and striked
gotta get strong gotta get always ready
gotta...fool feel the books....but be more aware....where your dad’s gone where he’s gone with his gun...

And it’s hope of new change and new smiles on the stage.

* in memory of Albert Cossery (1913-2008).

by red-A. Bologna 2010.

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