Put up your fists and
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Confederate flags flown at half-mast
Cause he called me a fag and I snapped his neck back
With a vicious right-hook that's all that it took
I told 'em I wasn't playing now I'm leaving 'em shook
Cause traitor trump's got em fucked up
Thinking they can speak that hate but guess what?
His dominions coming to an end
Hate won't make America great again
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
When was America greater?
When it was criminal for women to vote?
When was America greater?
When slaves were bought and sold?
When was America greater?
Before the Natives lost control?
Fuck that MAGA propaganda
Hate won't make America great
This is the resistance with our fists held high
You fuck with us and we multiply
This is no longer a spectator sport
This is a motherfuckin' war
So rise from your master's feet
And blind your eyes from his idolatry
And set yourself free from his cult of tyranny
Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Hate won't make America great again
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Put up your fists
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Confederate flags flown at half-mast
Cause he called me a fag and I snapped his neck back
With a vicious right-hook that's all that it took
I told 'em I wasn't playing now I'm leaving 'em shook
Cause traitor trump's got em fucked up
Thinking they can speak that hate but guess what?
His dominions coming to an end
Hate won't make America great again
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
When was America greater?
When it was criminal for women to vote?
When was America greater?
When slaves were bought and sold?
When was America greater?
Before the Natives lost control?
Fuck that MAGA propaganda
Hate won't make America great
This is the resistance with our fists held high
You fuck with us and we multiply
This is no longer a spectator sport
This is a motherfuckin' war
So rise from your master's feet
And blind your eyes from his idolatry
And set yourself free from his cult of tyranny
Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Keep fucking with us and we multiply
Hate won't make America great again
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fuck the alt-right
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
Put up your fists
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists and
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Put up your fists
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Album: Kult 45
Dai RATM ai Limp Bizkit il passo è breve e ci porta dritti a “Cross Contamination” (oltre al riffing borlandiano, la stessa Otep sembra essere posseduta da un cappellino NFL) e “To the Gallows” , mentre le uniche variazioni sul tema arrivano con qualche digressione hip-hop (“Undefeated”, “Boss”) e un paio di episodi più atmosferici (“Trigger Warning”, “Be Brave”). Dando per buona, vista l’indole del personaggio, l’ipotesi che il ritorno al rap-metal anni ’90 sia solo un modo per veicolare meglio il messaggio di protesta e non un tentativo di cavalcare l’onda revival nu-metal, resta il fatto che “Kult 45” è un disco decisamente derivativo, lontano anni luce non solo dalla complessa malignità del già citato debutto ma anche dai lavori successivi: il carisma di Mrs. Shamaya è sempre intatto, ma stavolta non andiamo oltre una sufficienza risicata.
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