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Proletariat Rock

by Araless

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Gary Campbell This punk-meets-hip hop EP is worried about mind control: "Corporations are mediating our conversations." On "Rotten Fruit" he unearths the whole system, finding it completely corrupted and demands urgent social response. The nine-minute guitar-heavy closing track, urges a simpler life, if such a thing is even still possible, before launching into a second, gorgeously sweet, low-fi hidden song.
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1.
Robots 03:01
Each day I decide where my mind resides knowin every place I visit becomes more vivid inside it can manifest itself in how I'm livin my life so why would I wanna ingest commercialized candy coated lies; actors speakin lines beggin me to buy tryna control my drives holdin my impulses hostages vultures watchin the streets takin techniques they see up notches usin research to purchase psychological process usin it against me to write checks effects are obvious they robbin us we ain't gained nothin more from bein more prosperous except more stress depression and a polluted metropolis corporations are basically their own nations and they control the flow of information mediating our conversations about wastin time we strive to rewind we live in subjugation owin 20 cents on every dime the system was set up with debt as the consequence slaves scrapin by, buildin their masters' monuments use common sense: slave labor made this land since its inception and underpaid to those with some concessions and of course there are exceptions; you gotta break the rules or the people at the bottom lose faith in their bourgeoise carrot at the end of the stick some men get rich which allows them to change the world around them to their benefit takin what they can wit no plan to replenish it buyin laws that justify em crushin all dissent of it they rise to the top, makin deals with the giants centralizin power into monopolies in alliance to exert force against those standin in defiance who refuse to bow to pirates or cower spineless abide mindlessly to arbitrary rules meant to undermine us do not expect equality or kindness expect nothin more than debt until death finds us apathy blinds us the nihilism of the nineties binds us to a system which will lead to mass demises surprise people are finally risin open your eyes up unencumbered by wool they pulled the slumber's done I think the math goes 99 over 1 unencumbered by wool they pulled the slumber's done I think the math goes 99 over 1 Money doesn't make the man it makes the man a robot Money doesn't make the man it makes the man a robot Money doesn't make the man it makes the man a robot cuz empathy's vestigial when people are sold and bought they label upheaval evil cuz they know the power they got only exists cuz they control our thoughts
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Rotten Fruit 03:13
They're strike breakers; life takers; liars and fakers, ready to fire on a crowd of college agers. Arresting protesters to be held without trial for ages, standing by while their colleagues act wild and dangerous. Evicting their neighbors 'cause they lost their wages, but won't help them get compensated properly for their labors. Quicker to cuff a darker face for inhaling vapors, and since the prisons are private, that basically makes them slavers. Business men donate so the fuzz repays the favors by protecting property, sending men and women to locked chambers. Funny fact is they're in the same boat; working class looking asses wearing a different paint coat. Forking dough for mortgage owed; cell phones; distractions; health plans for fam and food and water rations. Good sons, fathers, mothers and daughters wear the badges but they're NOT those people on the clock; no compassion. Job is to enforce whatever orders boss is asking, bashing in skulls, shooting holes if they get told to get to blasting. Thugs and assassins 'cause the cash is steady enough to pass as job security. Sing along if you're hearing me. Ain't no bad apples, the whole tree's rotten; From the roots to the leaves. Believe when police watching they could give a shit less about your interest. They could give a shit less about your interest. Don't cooperate, your freedom's not their aim, there's just one question that should be on your brain: Am I free to go, or am I being detained? Am I free to go, or am I being detained? They could blow out your brains and get they wrists slapped, closed casket *zip* body bag gift wrapped. Boots laced up, chased down. Tazed maced up, chained face down. For a pay stub??? Really now. . . Officers don't serve or protect, don't deserve our respect for putting on gang colors for a paycheck. They ain't none of the 99 till they resign, otherwise they'll keep a close eye on those radical minds. And if we organize to achieve some goals guess who'll be at the front lines to regain control. . . But who's control? On whose say-so? Who pays the patrol? Who stands to benefit from so many of us on parole? At a rally hundreds of cops just standing around, but when you call the hogs not a man to be found. So who's to blame? The game or the player? The cops or the mayor? The protesters or the pepper sprayer? They're all just layers; lines of defense to keep the lowest class at bay, fighting or on the fence. Blue uniforms occupied by instruments of oppression not interested who's guilty or innocent.
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Thinkin bout this bread chase got me red faced Got me all sorts of fucked up in my head space If you don't get it yet You must be privileged It don't affect you personally That's the difference Call me a hypocrite For how I'm livin, shit Knowin how the system is But still I'm a participant As white Americans Here is our inheritance Centuries of power From generations of terrorists Can't fix that with a conversation with a therapist Your petty personal problems can't be compared with this Military force opened up the doors For corporate interests to inch in and plot their course Divvy up the world and drain every resource Dump our plastic trash in their backyards in heavy portions Outta mind outta sight Outta line; we oughtta fight But everybody got a reason Why they ain't the problem, right? I wanna see the collapse of the middle class Maybe that'll get some of these people off they little asses Fuck a Republican Fuck a Democrat Both push a global capitalistic agenda. Fact. Which also happens to be antiblack Misogynistic and stacked against everybody but white psychopaths No amount of perceived peace love and unity Ends the oppression you can see And all its casual cruelty GO Cuz this is war that we're facin We can't support this immoral occupation We don't want the quid pro quo As the status enforced by the pig pork po The fattest cat gets fed but where the poor folk go Cuz this is war that we're facin We can't afford to ignore or be patient I'm a 21st century Descendant of peasantry In essence subsistin on a system of white supremacy influencing culture Based on a mythic nonscientific premise we Proved to be untrue but it's endlessly Propogated Subtle but sometimes it's blatant Pointed out in history but then denied evaded I wanna live to see it completely annihalated like a lion ate it I feel hopeless like I'm trapped in an iron maiden That's just how I relate it Then I get labeled contrarian For not bein a good American providin for the rich denyin the proletarian I query and question One of us will learn a lesson Viewpoint's invalid without the proper context in Vexin the most entitled, ignorant. Confession: I'm still both workin to be a little bit less than
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PR Campaign 02:53
We get taxed Funnelin money right back Fundin illegal attacks; people get blasted kids'll get pieces of shrapnel in backs Fat little cats get all of that capital back We see a fraction of that Pushed in complicity with uncompassionate acts Too numb to actually act They keep tellin us to remain nonviolent What the fuck doesn't make a bomb violent? They buckwildin I'm sposed to keep calm and silent or they beat me in broad daylight and since I'm white I get it light; at least I live More death and more crime the more police they give No respect so there's no more peace to give No respect so there's no more peace to give So which side will you sit by when the shit goes down and it gets live? Humanity, sanity, science? Or lyin vampires you know you been bit by? Most Americans barely can get by, so other people we thievin get sucked dry There won't be sympathy for who they're fucked by It's in your own self interest to cut ties With this imperial plot, on its way out This is the burial plot Force em to hear it alot The force when the whole proletariat rock If you ain't down with reparations If you ain't about liberation If you coastin complacent, if you a patriot fan of this nation. . . If you a white European you receivin all the benefits of genocidal colonizers Check the shoe, I bet it fits If it's true then get a grip, don't get up in your feels Work past that fragility and get up on your heels It's a passive villainy to pass the buck Your passivity's a choice to, so that's what's up We ain't native; we strangers to this continent Dangerous, incontinent Shittin all over it and onto it Stole land, dishonored it Kidnapped some people to work it Created a system of racism, all of it legally worded Used bad science to justify it And when the klan would go ridin your grandma kept silent Did grandpa stop cops when he saw em get violent He let em bomb islands, shit, volunteered as pilot Dad followed suit; Bombin and shootin, invadin the desert And that's just a tiny lil excerpt Yet yer convinced you shouldn't have to put in the effort To end this imperial plot on its way out This is the burial plot Force em to hear it alot The force when the whole proletariat rock
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7 Years Ago 09:10
Seven years ago I asked what revolution mean A young reactionary, passionate but too naive since then I'm learnin ropes tossed aside the color blind approach Feeling the pressure and I haven't been losing steam Refining my analysis Encountering these challenges Spotting these fallacies Won't be swayed by foolish memes But if I am though, reject them being flexible my ammo Being wrong's inevitable, false conclusions mean: you're learning the treasure from the vermin You got a chance to change as long as this place keeps turning; rotating around this burning ball of gas, hauling ass through space while we concerning ourselves with matters of faith figuring how to relate to sermons looking for a heaven while this hell needs overturning What higher purpose are you serving? A human made god or humankind itself? I'm urging don't become a merchant selling these assertions. Too much complacency I hastily piss on it 'cause the urgency spurring me I convert it to sonic burning chronic, ingesting alcohol it all combines to bind me to a persona I ponder what I can even make out of it all Went from idealist to materialist to be real it's not effective in all seriousness to believe in miracles or spiritual myths while we got people dying in the physical world right here as it sits The status quid pro quo will provoke a response from the real poor folk the pigs won't know what hit them good riddance vengeance for innocent victims lynching this criminal system we inching to the limits of where this system go so we gotta adapt everybody give back if we don't want an economy where poverty's fact as long as private property's stacked backed by the kind of officer that pack a 9 and pull it and *blap* bullets are flying and stop in your back fuck a cop and his hat, armor, weaponry, badge, flag the whole military arm of the state the way they repping peace then act mad with power devouring each and every piece they snatch; grab that sums up five centuries of murderous cash grab Why can't we all evolve past that put the land and the labor stolen in the past back these European colonies are falling like nasdaq If you on the wrong side of this you can kiss my asscrack How can we expect peace on stolen land named after murdered chiefs? Paying slave patrol police? Sending troops to bomb the Middle East? All so that we can have more; a way of life paid for by war

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Proletariat Rock is the the culmination of 5 years of political education and activism. Each track represents a new perspective on the subjects of race and class in the heart of a colonial empire.

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released December 5, 2016

Produced by Araless
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Jay Battle

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Araless Seattle, Washington

Araless moves in waves. When he's not producing for Filthy Fingers United, he's rapping with Black Magic Noize. When he's not leading a band, he's animating.

When he raps, it's with a gritty conviction, and when he sings, it's a soulful croon.
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