Built On Suspicion
Written by: Critical Mood
Produced by: 6th Militant
Yeah, we have an inherent role in
this struggle
Switch it up for the hopeless, rhymes are never worthless
Yeah, ugh, c'mon ... yeah, yeah ...
Tryin' to lie but it won't be me ...
You wanna try but it won't be me ...
Who's gonna be believin' that shit (say what?)
Now check it ...
Professional liars in uniforms that conforms …
To the norm in right form, makin’ a livin’ wit’ they chromes …
Pointed at your head with meaningless words of wisdom
From radical to jihadist, political Islam
What the fuck do these mean? These words blurry like phantom
When it’s clear you’re just holding people’s minds for ransom
Lockin’ brothers up in tight cells with anything but charges
Held in suspicion delaying proper judicial process
Facin’ a painful assassination from Don Jail to Guantanamo
Foiled plots that cocks cops from blastin’ out wit’ no stops
These jails been condemned with the most brutal of charges
Not the layman, by judges, closin’ ‘em down, so many urges
Check your sources, it’s been years since they laid down the
gauntlets
They dodged and hid their cases cause of evident weaknesses
Then now … them justifying isolations
Corrupt like freemasons, paying zero care for torture
Chorus:
Dip your head in water buckets
Deprived of their yard time
Lights on 24-7 wit’ guards messin’ with your mind
For years facin’ no charges …
When they do, it’s built on suspicion
Seems achievin’ they mission to win upcoming elections
Convicted in the media, the masses nodding like sheeps
Ingrained wit’ fictional fear but lies rolling on steep …
Cliffs of empty accusations, stolen time from fams
You’ve just been victimized by these pig and government scams
As I write this, "ain't left in custody", check on they mission
Minimal information got ‘em strapped in strict isolation
Sensationalized, now minimized, fear evident demise
Cause the truth is seepin’ up the gutter to spit in your eyes
I’m gettin’ bored of the same old piss of propaganda
And those that’s comforted by their ignorance’s shelter
400 pigs littered the streets makin’ a scene …
Like a bunch of drunk sluts makin’ their titties seen
It’s spring break that’ll seek to demolish your lives
Make your daughter’s fatherless and soon widow your wives
If no charges stick just delay, they glad that it’s thick …
That in the beginning the media laid its large share of the bricks
Distracted public, the fabrics sown together by disgusting tactics
Most serious charges dropped, they continue their antics …
In silence, while these men are left to rebuild on their lives
From the destruction caused by these tenacious lies
(Chorus)
Bring on the karma and let it come and sprinkle disaster
On these uniformed bastards that are hijacking the order
Pistol whippin’ with words then straddle these evil forces
I’ll shove with the right noises, guide you to the proper choices …
Objectivity was anywhere but here my brothah
Try to see the stupidity in this case my sistah
It’s wild, it’s like they be professional liars
They’ve done it before but allowed to do it again
Kickin’ the sand, this media ban is straight preventin’ the trickle
The flow of humiliation for the cops with mind’s that’s proven
little
Bunch of meatheads, concerned with the right of felatio …
Of that dick in that Bush, creating fictional scenarios
Playing paintball is now the root of the main charges
It doesn’t take a creative artist to see all the drastic changes
Star witnesses that are makin’ an ass of themselves …
Now a bomb plot brought down to a ridiculous sell
(Chorus)
Outro:
Look, you must be out of your fuckin' mind if you can't spot what’s
wrong with this Toronto 18 bullshit. A couple of years ago, a bunch
of Pakistani students were charged of being a part of an Al-Queda
terrorist cell … 19 of them … in the end, they were charged with
minor immigration offenses. CSIS, RCMP and the government was let
off clean … 6 by 4 by 10 rooms, no human contact … 2 ½ years of
solitary confinement ... For someone innocent in the eyes of the
law. Yeah … think about it, son. This is rebel’s doctrine … ugh ...
No bullshit can withstand the force of sustained thinking, naw mean
... Can't let 'em off clean ... Today we gotta make ‘em accountable
for acting like a bunch of paranoid bastard
