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[United Front] [ULK Issue 20]
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Statement of Unity from the Makavelian People's Party (MPP)

As a lumpen organization we are committed to creating an active peace between all lumpen organizations, both within prisons and on the streets. To this end, we agree to uphold the Statement of Principles set forth by MIM(Prisons) and other organizations in the United Front for Peace in Prisons.

Officially,
Prince Capone, Chairman of the MPP-Seattle Chapter
Comrade Booby, Chairman of the MPP-Prison Chapter

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [Washington] [ULK Issue 15]
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Revolutionary Suicide

You muthafuckaz is stupid, we makin’ music for the movement / You can find me in the streets organizin’ revolution / Pigs come for D.P., best believe that we shootin’ / And if the people can’t eat, best believe that we lootin’ / Til I’m dead I rep for Fred, George, and Huey P. / Turned in my red, white and blues for the Red, Black and Greens / So make room, we comin’ through the People’s Army’s with me / And you can tell that we some soldiers by the army fatigues / And all these haters call me “race traitor,” I’m a creator / How the fuck is you a tiger when you made outta paper? / Imitators and fakers is perpetratin’ as gangsters / But get exposed now they froze in the face of liberators / Organized and fortified with discipline as the basis / COINTELPRO couldn’t send agents to infiltrate us / Cuz we bossed up, empowered, and self-determinated / How the fuck is you a slave in the age of information? / Sharp as a razor blade when I move through the matrix / I’m just a link in the chain so we move in formation / Guerilla style, underground we comin’ straight from the bassment / Activate the revolution for the future generations / Makaveli branded, automatics is blazin’ / Send the city into panic like a Maoist invasion / Made my peace with death cuz that’s the fate that I’m facin’ / When you die for the people that’s the meaning of greatness.

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[Rhymes/Poetry] [Washington]
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Revolutionary Activation

1: They got me duckin’ FBI agents and Federal cases/Infiltrated by informants with anonymous faces / One nation under invasion and mass surveillance / They probably got me on a list for assassination / Movin’ through the underground like Angela Davis / Vanish without a trace when them badges chasin’ / I’m like a communist in a fascist nation / When them Nazi’s spot me they gon’ blast with hatred / Snitches makin’ statements that they fabricated / collaborated with the state to see my ass get raided / Til the DA’s in my face with the affidavits / Wanted in all 50 states on some tax evasion / It’s the life of a rebel like a Panther aimin’ / To set it off: Revolutionary activation /

2: They got imperial plots of world domination / Populations decimated by the globalization / complete the brainwash to keep the people complacent / Propagate false information through mis-education / My generation is lost gettin’ intoxicated / I got homies gettin’ shot in police altercations / The rest of my peers are facin’ incarceration / cuz they’d rather slang ‘caine than be slavin’ for wages / corporations makin’ profits off our alienation / Puttin’ money in the pockets of Obama’s administration / illegitimate payments solidify the foundation / For the rise of this genocidal civilization / They talk equality and democratization / When we got people up in Harlem starvin’ like Haitians / And every ghetto’s under military occupation / The solution: revolutionary activation /

3: They got me feelin’ like Mao when Japan invaded / Mobilize the masses like Fidel and Che did / In the belly of the beast where police are racist / And people kill for cash cuz the greed’s contagious / Turn on the television see my Queens degraded / manipulated by the 10% descendants of Satan / From Nixon to Reagan to the Bush administration / Prophecies fulfilled in the days of revelation / illuminati through my body I got shotty’s with gauges / And my soldiers are strapped down for whatever they’re faced with / Lurkin’ beneath the surface take it back to the bassment / Guerilla rappers highjackin’ all your radio stations / All my comrades stay gang affiliated / With their finger on the trigger and their trigger fingers anxious / To pull it back and set it off like a bomb detonation / Now the revolution’s activated /

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