Emergency! - 12" single

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Emergency - 12" single

The first single release from the upcoming second album
"Street Trash 2: Electric Boogaloo"

SIDE A:
1. Emergency! (Original album version)
2. Emergency! (Instrumental version)

SIDE B:
3. Emergency! (Proud Canadian remix)
4. Emergency! (Acapella version)

Produced by: Kabal
Lyrics & Vocals by:
Mach Spitz (Cory McCallum)
Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)

Contains samples from the songs:
"When I.C.U." by: Ollie & Jerry
Produced and Arranged by:
Ollie E. Brown for:
Brown Sugar Productions
"Proud to be Canadian"
by: Day-Glo Abortions
& contains samples from
the motion picture "Street Trash"
& CNN News

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released June 2, 2017

KABAL as "FRED" (K.Theodoropolus)
MACH SPITZ as "BURT" (C.McCallum)

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Track Name: Emergency! (Original album version)
"Emergency!"

(V1. Fred)
What the fuck is going on in the world today?
Put on my slow gin cologne and burp Tanqueray/
Got caught in the rain, now I'm clean on the case,
So I hop in a mud puddle & rub some dirt on my face/
Time to set shit straight, lace up my kicks & deface,
Because the state of things today is just a fucking disgrace/
The back stabbing rat race is pacing at an alarming rate,
No brothers in arms, you march to harm them with your charming hate/
Helping out a fellow is outta fashion within though,
Comradery, integrity, is out the window/
The last crescendo, then that's the end bro,
Total game over like a crashed Nintendo/
Crafty prepense, & Master pretense,
Congress dispense expense & blast your defence/
Gas fueled Q', slather meat in gravy drips,
Fuck your 2 K 1 6, I'd rather be in 86'/
A letter to the editor will never fix the creditor,
We can't move forward on an earth full of apex predators/
Sedatives injecting kids, definitive,
Chemical warfare & preying on the innocents/
Militants to screw you, fists that don't use lube,
Youth quitting school to try and make loot on YouTube/
Illuminati scriptures, unbiblical rituals,
Sacrifice & snack on babies, hit you with visuals/
Presidential candidates, a mandate for mass hate,
A cheeto in a suit and dead dog wig will pass fate/
Ass rape your front door, wondering what you died for?
A commie first lady Russian mail order bride whore/
This whole planet is one big reality show,
You're doomed if you do, and you're damned if you don't/
You all live & die for currency, diverging with urgency,
Currently and furthering a state of emergency/

(V2. Burt)
Okay, peeps are gonna catch a hurtin’
Innocent folks six feet in the dirt’n
Time came that we tugged on the curtain
Oz was a charlatan now we certain
cancel the magic , call off the Merlins
S’ain’t about souls no more, it’s sterlins
Riddle-wrapped mysteries in enigmas
Stigmata ratta-tattered by the stigmas, WORD
Dorito Man gonna make it hard, no shit-ah
But you cant win the war on the Twitter
Keyboard warrior never seen a riot
Shit’s fucked up, maybe you should try it
State of Emerg, burn down for rebirth
Rank and file or take a nap under the earth
These fuckers never figger on a hero
Thumb twiddle fiddle, modern modem Nero
Look to the fringers stave off the bingers
Lop off the fingers French nails and ringers
Let pain linger lest they forget
Crown the new kingers down with regret
Meet the new vets same as the ole vets
Flinging zingers singing from the whole chest
Some guessed it wise ones they predict
Listen up, get down with the edict
Eat the rich fuck the bank
Teach a snitch not to shuck his rank
Leap the ditch in a fucking tank
Taxing priests and they shabby ranks (Shabba!)
Code red lights flashin store window-smashing
Poor trying to cash in more is out of fashion
Greedy whores catch a lashin
Raise a glass to the system crashin
Track Name: Emergency! (Proud Canadian remix)
"Emergency!"

(V1. Fred)
What the fuck is going on in the world today?
Put on my slow gin cologne and burp Tanqueray/
Got caught in the rain, now I'm clean on the case,
So I hop in a mud puddle & rub some dirt on my face/
Time to set shit straight, lace up my kicks & deface,
Because the state of things today is just a fucking disgrace/
The back stabbing rat race is pacing at an alarming rate,
No brothers in arms, you march to harm them with your charming hate/
Helping out a fellow is outta fashion within though,
Comradery, integrity, is out the window/
The last crescendo, then that's the end bro,
Total game over like a crashed Nintendo/
Crafty prepense, & Master pretense,
Congress dispense expense & blast your defence/
Gas fueled Q', slather meat in gravy drips,
Fuck your 2 K 1 6, I'd rather be in 86'/
A letter to the editor will never fix the creditor,
We can't move forward on an earth full of apex predators/
Sedatives injecting kids, definitive,
Chemical warfare & preying on the innocents/
Militants to screw you, fists that don't use lube,
Youth quitting school to try and make loot on YouTube/
Illuminati scriptures, unbiblical rituals,
Sacrifice & snack on babies, hit you with visuals/
Presidential candidates, a mandate for mass hate,
A cheeto in a suit and dead dog wig will pass fate/
Ass rape your front door, wondering what you died for?
A commie first lady Russian mail order bride whore/
This whole planet is one big reality show,
You're doomed if you do, and you're damned if you don't/
You all live & die for currency, diverging with urgency,
Currently and furthering a state of emergency/

(V2. Burt)
Okay, peeps are gonna catch a hurtin’
Innocent folks six feet in the dirt’n
Time came that we tugged on the curtain
Oz was a charlatan now we certain
cancel the magic , call off the Merlins
S’ain’t about souls no more, it’s sterlins
Riddle-wrapped mysteries in enigmas
Stigmata ratta-tattered by the stigmas, WORD
Dorito Man gonna make it hard, no shit-ah
But you cant win the war on the Twitter
Keyboard warrior never seen a riot
Shit’s fucked up, maybe you should try it
State of Emerg, burn down for rebirth
Rank and file or take a nap under the earth
These fuckers never figger on a hero
Thumb twiddle fiddle, modern modem Nero
Look to the fringers stave off the bingers
Lop off the fingers French nails and ringers
Let pain linger lest they forget
Crown the new kingers down with regret
Meet the new vets same as the ole vets
Flinging zingers singing from the whole chest
Some guessed it wise ones they predict
Listen up, get down with the edict
Eat the rich fuck the bank
Teach a snitch not to shuck his rank
Leap the ditch in a fucking tank
Taxing priests and they shabby ranks (Shabba!)
Code red lights flashin store window-smashing
Poor trying to cash in more is out of fashion
Greedy whores catch a lashin
Raise a glass to the system crashin
Track Name: Emergency! (Acapella version)
"Emergency!"

(V1. Fred)
What the fuck is going on in the world today?
Put on my slow gin cologne and burp Tanqueray/
Got caught in the rain, now I'm clean on the case,
So I hop in a mud puddle & rub some dirt on my face/
Time to set shit straight, lace up my kicks & deface,
Because the state of things today is just a fucking disgrace/
The back stabbing rat race is pacing at an alarming rate,
No brothers in arms, you march to harm them with your charming hate/
Helping out a fellow is outta fashion within though,
Comradery, integrity, is out the window/
The last crescendo, then that's the end bro,
Total game over like a crashed Nintendo/
Crafty prepense, & Master pretense,
Congress dispense expense & blast your defence/
Gas fueled Q', slather meat in gravy drips,
Fuck your 2 K 1 6, I'd rather be in 86'/
A letter to the editor will never fix the creditor,
We can't move forward on an earth full of apex predators/
Sedatives injecting kids, definitive,
Chemical warfare & preying on the innocents/
Militants to screw you, fists that don't use lube,
Youth quitting school to try and make loot on YouTube/
Illuminati scriptures, unbiblical rituals,
Sacrifice & snack on babies, hit you with visuals/
Presidential candidates, a mandate for mass hate,
A cheeto in a suit and dead dog wig will pass fate/
Ass rape your front door, wondering what you died for?
A commie first lady Russian mail order bride whore/
This whole planet is one big reality show,
You're doomed if you do, and you're damned if you don't/
You all live & die for currency, diverging with urgency,
Currently and furthering a state of emergency/

(V2. Burt)
Okay, peeps are gonna catch a hurtin’
Innocent folks six feet in the dirt’n
Time came that we tugged on the curtain
Oz was a charlatan now we certain
cancel the magic , call off the Merlins
S’ain’t about souls no more, it’s sterlins
Riddle-wrapped mysteries in enigmas
Stigmata ratta-tattered by the stigmas, WORD
Dorito Man gonna make it hard, no shit-ah
But you cant win the war on the Twitter
Keyboard warrior never seen a riot
Shit’s fucked up, maybe you should try it
State of Emerg, burn down for rebirth
Rank and file or take a nap under the earth
These fuckers never figger on a hero
Thumb twiddle fiddle, modern modem Nero
Look to the fringers stave off the bingers
Lop off the fingers French nails and ringers
Let pain linger lest they forget
Crown the new kingers down with regret
Meet the new vets same as the ole vets
Flinging zingers singing from the whole chest
Some guessed it wise ones they predict
Listen up, get down with the edict
Eat the rich fuck the bank
Teach a snitch not to shuck his rank
Leap the ditch in a fucking tank
Taxing priests and they shabby ranks (Shabba!)
Code red lights flashin store window-smashing
Poor trying to cash in more is out of fashion
Greedy whores catch a lashin
Raise a glass to the system crashin