blackintrovert

D-Fe "Rwanda" (2009)

01 Twopikal Nazi 00:00
02 Machet 04:03
03 Operasyion Ensektisid 04:48
04 Nou Bon √Čv√© Sa 08:23
05 Yo Ka Sengné 12:43
06 RTLM 1994 - Hekou Shadou 16:02
07 Dènyé Kriyé La 19:47
08 Tonton 20:51
09 Misiyé Kriminèl 26:34
10 Rwanda 29:30

D-Fe "D-Fe" (2005)

01 Boa Mu Poli 35:11
02 Kemite 36:19
03 M'appelle pas frère 41:30
04 Dézod 44:51
05 Moni 47:08
06 Muziki (Toute la musique que j'aime) 50:40
07 Kriminèl 54:41
08 O.N.G. 57:58
09 Zwinx Na Téna Wo 01:01:32
10 Lévé 01:05:54

Kemite 01:20:40

When a space mission involving American and British astronauts encounters an alien craft, the humanoids within are brought aboard the shuttle. Back on Earth, one of the extraterrestrials, who appears to be a gorgeous woman (Mathilda May), proceeds to suck the life force out of various Londoners, turning the town into a city of roaming half-dead people. When Tom Carlsen (Steve Railsback), a surviving astronaut, realizes what is happening, he sets out to stop the ruthless alien presence.

A turf battle between New York City street gangs that rages from Coney Island to the Bronx. The Warriors are mistakenly fingered for the killing of a gang leader. Soon they have every gang in the city out to get revenge and they must make their way across the city to their own turf.

Like dying of hunger - Like dying in pain...

Baby, I can't sleep when you're around
I turn you upside down,
I don't think you'll ever touch the ground
You make me high... Ooh, just to watch you move
Stay with me please, never leave
You know I don't want you to

Touch me, taste me (like dying of hunger...)
Tame me, take me (like dying in pain...)

Baby, you can't breath when you are bound
I've got your feet just off the ground
Now you're gagged, I like the way you sound
You make me cry... Ooh just to watch you move
Say "please don't ever leave me"
I know you really don't want me to

Touch me, taste me (like dying of hunger...)
Tame me, taste me (like dying in pain...)

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say"
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face.
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'

Puissance - Dreams Of Desolation

Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
We do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
We do...
Who lies and preaches condemnation?
We do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
We do...
We are all the only one
We are all the weak and tepid
We all strive to rule our own world
We all tie ourselves down
We all rot in the perfect harmony
We all love to pity yet do nothing
We all care enough to ignore
We are all people
We are all just a disease
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
We do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
We do...
Who lies and preaches condemnation?
We do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
We do...
We are the victims in conspiracy of nothing
We are all liars in the end
We all hold our own ideas as truths
We all fool ourselves to believe that we really exist
We all cheat and lie to keep our noses above the water
We all cry at the end of the day
We all smear our own guilt onto others
We all just pawns in a game played by pawns
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
We do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
We do...
Who lies and preaches condemnation?
We do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
We do...
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
We do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
We do...
Who lies and preaches condemnation?
We do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
We do...

I called a friend
I called to ask her 'bout you
And I found out
You're looking for someone new

Romance is great
I wish you'd call me for a date
Make a move
It's not too late
If what I heard is really true
I wanna get next to you

I'm waiting by the hotline, baby
Call and tell me that you'll be mine
I'm waiting by the hotline, sugar
Call and tell me that you'll be mine

I had my dreams
And my dream man has a style, baby
My dreams came true
The first time that you smiled, sugar

You seem to be everything I want for me
But can you love unselfishly
If what I feel is really true
I wanna get close to you

I'm waiting by the hotline, baby
Call and tell me that you'll be mine
I'm waiting by the hotline, baby
Call and tell me that you'll be mine

I'm waiting by the hotline, baby
Call and tell me that you'll be mine
I'm waiting by the hotline, sugar
Call and tell me that you'll be mine

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#PistolPolitics
#NightoftheLongKnives
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This is the United States of America, and you got a right to hate who you want!
So let's start bustin' heads!

Black against white
Yellow versus red
The fighting won't stop until we're dead
Until we're all dead

Burning, looting
Riots destroy the masses
Nightfall brings death
City reduced to ashes

Don't call me your brother
'Cuz I ain't your fuckin' brother
We fell from different cunts
And your skin, your skin's an ugly colour

Race war, we're going to a race war
Hate war, we're going to a hate war
Prejudicial homicide!

Bloodshed, rampage
Torture is not subsiding
Chaos, bedlam
Violent ethnic uprising

Muslims against Christians
And the Arabs versus Jews
The Catholics and Protestants
No one wins: we all lose!

Race war, we're going to a race war
Hate war, we're going to a hate war
Everybody's gonna die!

Xenophobic tendencies instilled in us at birth
Are mislabelled racism, hostilities getting worse
Accept the fact my distant cousin, we cannot live in peace
Isolated environments, they may just be the key

Human beings suspicious, soon fear grows to hate
We'll have each other by the throat if forced to integrate
Mothers watch their children die at each other's hand
Cain and Abel set the course, ethnocentric command

Race war!
Hate war!
You can run, but you can't hide!
Do it

Lato A:
1 - La logica del potere
2 - Spero venga la guerra
3 - Combatti
4 - Muori per la patria muori per niente

Lato B:

5 - Solo guerra
6 - Nessun diritto
7 - Ti obbligano ad obbedire
8 - Non posso sopportare

You sure you really wanna do this
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that

It's been doing some thinking
And felt fair that she should know
All actions in which partake
Are far beyond it's control
Whether it was born or bred
(Genetic, Environment)
I wouldn't bother to ask it why
Simply concentrate on when

It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed
Making plans but It won't tell
So longs to hear her final words:
"I brought this on myself"
The theory of futility
Now you'll learn, so be prepared
Enemies are equal to
Wrath times the speed of fright squared

If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you... you-who

My God helps those who help themselves
Of thus, she shant be ashamed
Crawl into line and wait your turn
Remember Jesus slaves
Department of Probation:
"Legally It can't be blamed,
held therefore unaccountable
since It's clinically insane
- what a shame again"

If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you... you-who

You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine!

Hatework...
Bringer of doom
Hatework...
What I have in store
What has the devil got to do with it
I'm brewing my toil
So the brimstone comes this way
Nightwork...
My life's work
Nightwork... world in flames
This calls for fire
This is a call for ruin
We will be departed
Leave the rot so lonely
Hatework...
Bringer of doom
Hatework... and the turmoil comes...
Hatework...
My work
Hatework... and the earth's left burning
I call death... death is answering me

Motorhead - March Or Die

Full official video for the song "Television, The Drug Of The Nation" by The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy. Directed by Mark Pellington.

Ella Fitzgerald - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

Devastator / Mighty Trust Krusher (Lyrics)

Godflesh
Truth mis-user, Abuser
Death Dealer, Devastator

There has to be, Someone killed

I need this, I need you
On your knees
And we'll pray
Together now

Effortless
Mighty Trust Krusher

I need this, It's in my heart
I love you, My trust is evermore

Hate me, Tread on me
And you taught me, I finally slay you... Now

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Published on Aug 5, 2019
Since so many people want to pretend like there's never any "warning signs" before a white supremacist terrorist strikes we're going to examine Connor Betts numerous run-ins with the law when he was a teenager, and ask why these guys are never punished for it.

[a. Type "A" Personality Disorder]

Hatred
Obsessing me
Hatred
Possessing me

Anger
Burning me
Anger
Turning me

Into someone I don't
Into someone I don't know
Into someone I don't know

Rage
That's shaking me
Rage
That's making me

Into someone I don't
Into someone I don't know
Into someone I don't know

I don't know

[b. Kill You Tonight]

I'll kill you tonight
I'll kill you tonight
I'll kill you tonight
I'll fuckin' kill you

And now you die!

Oh you're dead now!

Yeeeaaah-Hoooooo!

I got a pickax in the trunk of my car
I'll put it on the grinder to get it real sharp
There's an ugly green monster in my head
Won't leave me alone
Until you're dead

I called your house but you couldn't be reached
So I took the D train to Brighton Beach
You're doing the thing with a brand new man
Checking out the stars
Screwing on the sand

Kill you
Kill you
Punishment
Kill you

Took some steriods and adrenaline
Finlandia vodka and hallucinagens
Mixed it with blood and orange juice
Liquid protein and ice cubes

Staring down at your sweaty embraces
Put my tool right through your faces
Well buddyboy I hope you enjoyed her
'Cause I'm an equal opportunity destroyer

Kill you
Kill you
Punishment
Kill you

I'll kill you tonight
I'll kill you tonight
I'll kill you tonight
I'll fuckin' kill you

[c. Love You to Death]

chop chop chop ...

Samuel Coleridge Taylor, The Death of Minnehaha
Helen Field, soprano
Arthur Davies, tenor
Bryn Terfel, baritone

Chorus of the Welsh National Opera
Orchestra of the Welsh National Opera
Kenneth Alwyn, conductor

Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (15 August 1875 ‚Äď 1 September 1912) . Coleridge-Taylor achieved such success that he was referred to by white New York musicians as the "African Mahler" when he had three tours of the United States in the early 1900s. He was particularly known for his three cantatas based on the epic poem, Song of Hiawatha by American Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Coleridge-Taylor premiered the first section in 1898, when he was 22.

He married an Englishwoman, Jessie Walmisley, and both their children had musical careers. Their son Hiawatha adapted his father's music for a variety of performances. Their daughter Avril Coleridge-Taylor became a composer-conductor

The Black Authority

Around the country sleeper cells of white supremacists are activating. We examine the Dayton, OH mass killing of Black people at a nightclub, how it happened and how it could have been prevented.

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Lee Aaron - Metal Queen

Pungent Stench - Praise the Names of the Musical Assassins

Revenge Of The Nerds - Soundtrack

The Black Authority

https://youtu.be/D-Eb2zJxnP0

TBA explains the racially motivated mass shooting in El Paso, why the gunman did it, who inspired it and what we can do it about it.
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Black Authority (@TheBlackChannel)
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Your socks they smell,
your feet they stink,
You never take a bath.
Your nose it runs,
you bust your buns,
You always finish last.
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Your face is gross,
you eat white toast,
You don't know what to do.
It's just your luck,
you really suck,
That's all
I'm sick of you
Sick! (Sick)
Of! (Of)
You.
I'm so sick, so sick of you.
Don't ya know?
So sick of you.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you say, and all the things you do.
Things you…

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