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Emergency! - 12" single

by Street Trash

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"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
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"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
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"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

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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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Indy underground rappers Mach Spitz & Kabal join forces once again, this time as Street Trash

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