First Cell Lyrics

Well if it isn't the notorious D-I-Z

The only citizen here who doesn't need ID

Cause he's on more TVs than the BNPBC

Look, I'm not part of this media fallacy

They've never been very partial to impartiality

Me, I'm just interested in your army's strategy of resistance



So your paper can sell the story



Look the government's position is totally celebratory

Like, “Terrorist Captured!”

While ignoring the other Rebel Cells that I know are still asleep

As your supporters keep shrouding you in a veil of glory

But, I think you're more than just a martyr

So, come on, tell me your side

I'll try not to tell it poorly



Why?

So you can quell your need for speaking of something worthwhile?

Your empty gestures of freedom in a medium you're servile to?

I've read your small print

It's all tinted with false sentiment

Who edits your bullshit after you sent it in?



Look, no government censors spin my words

Just editors whose job is to insure

Their writers don't end up as prisoners

You fight the system with bombs

I fight it with words

I see no reason to hit a brick wall fist first



You fight the system

Like a rat fights it's treadmill

Churning sawdust to keep the people's heads filled

A pen wielded by a puppet isn't a weapon

It's quite clear

We're at war right here

And these days a sword is mightier



Hey

You call it a treadmill, I call it an escalator

Plus it's the generator that powers your grandmother's respirator



My grandma died of cancer from two nuclear reactors

That were built in spite of her protests, with her taxes



Cancer

Well, that's another kind of "rebel cell"

You know how those rebellions end

It's never well



Equating dissidence with cancer is next level fascist

The kind of thinking that creates states that need rebel activists



I support change for the better



Whatever



Just never radically

What's wrong with running your revolution democratically?

Get some strategy, start working to registered voters

You can laugh at your opponents when the election is over



Have you looked around recently?

Democracy's died here

Along with human rights and other nice ideas

And now we've climate crisis too

The time has passed to move slow

We need a new set of codes

And new modes



Well who knows?

Maybe you'll have a chance to succeed

But only after you dish enough dirt to plant the seed

I need a scoop

And I have hungry readers to feed it to

So speak the truth

It wasn't easy getting this meeting room



That's always the difference between me and you Baba

You're as shallow as a hack

As you were as a rapper

You were in it for the money then too

That's what screwed it

We could have brought the revolution closer with our music

Back in Brighton

When I first saw you spit

I thought you had a passion

What was it fueled it?

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