Текст песни General Assembly - Assembly Generals

This is the General Assembly!

This is the calm before the storm, a lullaby before the bomb
We're gathering the bullets you bullies better be warned
A military might held tight, we grow strong
The rules we turn around and reverse the echelon
We ride into the dawn with cracks and broken bones
We lack what you require but attack what you have known
And that's how we survive in the middle of smoke blown
These raps will now be known as the new Rosetta Stone
Eradicate the fear of a dream we never grab
With pain on our sleeves and weakness on our flag
We kick, push, shoot, stab, right hook, cross, jab
To fight the labels of prostitutes and douchebags
Geeks and gangstas, the priests and pariahs
The damsel in distress and all the self-made messiahs
Scattering the power from the lowest to the highest
It's that we eliminate the bias

Today we fall to the ground, feel the foundation tremble coz
We are starting to assemble
Nothing will remain from all the labels you resemble coz
We are starting to assemble
The walls are coming down, feel the foundation tremble coz
We are starting to assemble
Take away the powers and the levels you resemble coz
We are starting to assemble

Battling the curse of our landscape
Bad names bleeding every soul without a band aid
Pressing every multiple dimension to a pancake
Automatic imagery controlling every mandate, damn wait
Why do we agree upon a handshake?
Physical attraction is polluted by the man-made
But before we sink, let's float away and think
We were written off by dummies using temporary ink
Now we're standing at the brink and the victory's elusive
They tell us love is blind coz they decapitated Cupid
Self-abusive, alone within a box
But everyone's connected by the dots
Every particle of us can be ended by a rifle
And every leader can be overthrown by a disciple
We are the anomalies who aim to break the cycle, stop
Coz we don't give a fuck about the titles, drop

The rich man, the poor boy, the bitches and the broken
The foolish, the proper, the silent, the spoken,
The beautiful, the mad, to the holy and the bad
To the kid who had a child, and the son who raised a dad
The blessed, the cursed, from the bottom to the first
To the one who paints the world, and the one who writes a verse
We gather every visionary guided by the truth
Welcome to the general assembly, salute!