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While we slept, they crept into the cities and towns. Breaking down doors, somehow without a sound. Insidious, unseen, seemingly marginal figures, delivering literature. Their mouths were the rivers. We tried to dam them, but they found their way to the ocean. From the Gulf of Mexico to the shores of Nova Scotia they flowed - reminiscent of the blood of Inquisition. Seditious. Violence in their eyes. Tongues malicious. In the daylight, reflecting the world, unnoticed, the water slowly rose. Motives slowly focused. Control was overthrown and sank into the depths, where the light can never shine, nor illuminate texts. Messages were felt, but were rarely understood. Just ripples in the direction of the current like driftwood. The infected were protected and the rest were left to drown. While we slept, they crept into the cities and the towns. Jackboot splinter frame, blown away, flashbang calamity Panicking the happy families – No Rights. No Humanity. Emperor Hannity and Chancellor Coulter revolted with their legions. Mouth-breathing, plebeian leagues who need to believe in demons. It started with the beatings, screaming treason at elitists, and second coming profits that had nothing to do with Jesus. A pack led by Pakleds. Angry crackhead ambition. Black hat hack into the system, snatch the rule draft positions. Dominatus ex Nihilio – that’s the stylo. The planned camps didn’t sound real at all, but what do we know? Wendigo psychosis made us gigapixel littigants, victims of the dry snitch – say shibboleth. Choose your next words carefully for they may be your last. Desperation makes men fight for ways that have passed. You will be asked for the password as a question of allegiance. As a test of your connections, to see where your beliefs live. Some believe in freedom, some say it’s us and them. Some believe in diversity, some say that spells the end. Some will want to know, just which side you’re on. They’ll ask you to say Shibboleth and see if you answer wrong. Say shibboleth. Pepper spray swept away encampments from the pavement. They played em off as hippies and hoped no one would say shit. Talking heads need facelifts – they will never be the remedy. Corporate, Governments, media, public: human centipede. But some could read, and see, and speak, and shook the halls of power. The brightest are gunned down but numbers still grow by the hour. Cowering in corner offices, bosses scream ‘kiss my assets’ and call in cops and citizens, dispatch them to the address of the opposition This is madness. The land of the free is now the land of neo-fascists. Riot bats swing to bring the hammer down upon the dissonant. Not the armed Tea Party, the kids without a pot to piss in. Belligerent cops follow orders, they don’t listen. We need to finish this, make em say shibboleth.

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from Land of the Lotus Eaters, released May 14, 2013

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Canadian independent hip hop and experimental label since 2001. Originated in Halifax, NS and re-located to Montreal, QC.

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