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Paint it Red - Jason Orbaum (Song from Not For Broadcast)

Sung by J-Zuss, from Not For Broadcast Lyrics: (First, you're gonna pay up. You're gonna pay back.) [Music] Well we're all different races from many different places. At any given moment only one can be the greatest. So you can feel elation from your participation, still 2 leaders in this motherfucking nation. Now we're getting sanctioned, talk 'bout expansion, why does Juile S. Require a massive fucking mansion? So fuck all your schemes. I don't need your freaky team, and I don't need your help to achieve my fucking dreams. [Music] So don't make a fuss when you find you're one of us. Yeah every single one you is a bit J-Zuss. And you can call me crazy 'cause no one ever pays me, but I won't waste a lifetime being motherfucking lazy. I may be inventive, my taste may be expensive, but why would I get out of bed with no fucking incentive? Although contravention of your obvious intension , I like to eat a little of the fruits of my inventions! You make us the same, but we're not all the same, all our dreams all our schemes all our means are not the same, the best of the brave surf the crests of the waves 'cause we're only equal people when we're motherfucking slaves! Gonna take this fact, gonna stain it red, gonna slam it into Peter Clements motherfucking head! Cause' he's thick as shit, he's got a job he's unfit for, it's time to storm the castle with a motherfucking pitchfork. [Music] So this is for the snubbed ones, the pushed and the shoved ones. The folk who feel a burden on their motherfucking loved ones. The ones who had plenty like a motherfucking Bentley. The ones that now find their bank account are empty. The ones with aspirations, who had to flee a nation. The ones who built business out of dreams and perspiration. There's all sorts of people, the good and the evil, it only takes a glance it see we're not all equal! [Music] You make us the same, but we're not all the same, all our dreams all our schemes all our means are not the same, the best of the brave surf the crests of the caves 'cause we're only equal people when we're motherfucking slaves! Gonna take this fact, gonna stain it red, gonna slam it into Peter Clements motherfucking head! Cause' he's thick as shit, he's got a job he's unfit for, it's time to storm the castle with a motherfucking pitchfork. Get out of your seats, get your arses on the street, set a fire in the building, let them feel the fucking heat. Take your hate to Go-Getters, those squealing bed wetters and burn them on the pyres of Advance's fucking letters [Music] Gonna take this fact, gonna stain it red, gonna slam it into Peter Clements motherfucking head! Cause' he's thick as shit, he's got a job he's unfit for, it's time to storm the castle with a motherfucking pitchfork. Chase that dream, you don't need a fucking team, and Advance's little dance is not as harmless as it seems. 'Cause they're stale and corrupt. Let your anger erupt. Pledge your hearts and your minds and your fists to Disrupt!