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As of lately, us from Marks21 have been in constant petty squabbles with Gerousia, a rival left-wing organization (named after the Spartan council of elders, even though most of them are in their twenties). They are pretty much hardcore Althusserians, and are thus much more academic, intellectual and theoretically oriented than we are - they believe that, since capitalism is unsustainable (which it is), a socialist revolution is absolutely bound to happen somewhere in the future, any revolutionary practice is in vain, and the only true revolutionary activity is revolutionary theory.
Which means that the only thing they do is sit in a smoky bar, get high, endlessly quote Althusser and Foucault and argue about questions of extreme importance, such as what is "more revolutionary" - space or time?
One of such sessions led to the brilliant idea of achieving some sort of a working-class catharsis through hip-hop.
This is what ensued.
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I don't understand jack shit, but I innately know that this is awesome.
man
that's one of the worst raps i've ever heard
I'll actually try to translate the lyrics - all in all, they reek of trying too hard.
Do they also strangle their wives.
It wouldn't be too out-of-character.
Anyway, here's the thing, translated as literally as possible. If something doesn't make sense, it wasn't supposed to in the first place.
(For the dawn of the workers' awakening
For the dawn of the workers' sobering
For the dawn when we will say that there are other ways in the future
There are still free countries and free nations in this world
There is still somebody that we can count on and look upon
For the dawn that will shine red, for which we have to live and fight)
Today is May the 1st, the only thing I celebrate
Today is May the 1st, may the cops suck my dick
Today is May the 1st, that is my date
Today is May the 1st, I have an ultimatum
For all the fuckers who stole our cash
So I don't have it, somebody will become a corpse
So I don't have it, now I can't look fresh
I can't get dressed up and be pretty
Burberry, Lacoste, Polo, who's gonna buy it
I'm licking shopwindows 'cause boutiques are too expensive
For 200 euros all I can do is gnaw on my balls
Hang out to no end with the crew from my hood
They are my race - they are my class
They are my pitbulls - my little beasts
That write "wash me" on the back window
But that was 12 years ago
Now bullshit and you'll burn like gasoline
Brass knuckles and a baseball bat are a good combination
If for some reasons communication goes bad
(stupid GI GI GI sounds)
There are no manners 'cause there is no cash
There's no regard 'cause there is no meat
We're waiting like catfishes for something to fall from the sky
There's nothing ever but you always need something
I need a 200 square meter crib
I'm voracious 'cause my dad is poor
My dad, Bucky, a hero of the Serbian tale
Worked forty years of service like a joke
That's why I care about May the 1st
One day, on the 1st of May, I'll come to my hood
The lights will work and everyone will be fed
Everyone will be outside and there'll be no problems
But till then, Bucky, we're going straight at the balls
We'll make miracles 'cause the times are crazy
And no one gives me anything until I take it myself
You will pay the rent until you have your own apartment
Chicks will run from you if you have no job
And you'll have to go right after coming
'Cause tomorrow, bro, you'll get up early
At 6 o'clock, at the bus stop, with the other scum
Is that what I want for myself - no
Is that what I want for myself - no
Every day is my birthday - every day I'm celebrating
Every day is the first of May here in Sahara
The First of May - I am young and healthy
Labor day - everybody loves this rap
I won't go to the employment bureau 'cause they're not on my level
You weren't born like I was, I know you're feeling guilty
If you grew up like I did then you never grew up
This child in me was born to survive
I'll work here, I don't want to go abroad
'Cause over here, the cash is close, and over there they're far away
I'll get to the top by stairs, not the elevator
'Cause inside are my buddies, stuck with the needle
Everybody fucks your chick well except for you
I never even fucked her, she was fucking me
The best buddies are Gudroslav and Little Tito
We have no borders - we are Kosovo
So better shut up if I didn't ask you
With 50 grand in the city we are feeling comfortable
who the fuck produced this beat, R2D2?
also this is some of the worst flowing I have ever heard. These guys give Chief Keef a run for his money.