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ok this is kind of a rap rock song it's Moki's song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nRQzsWkzLA

just wanting to spread the word about him (hes got a band called useless ID you should check them out)
i transleted the lyrics the best i could (he is singing in hebrew)

I transfer the message telepathic
I smack you in the way of the problematic
When I whip I hit mathematic
One by one I harvest them automatic
I feel the reality which is anti plastic
I pack and rhyme life bombastic
It’s the truth which strikes us drastic
The alternative is fantastic
Trying to observe our existence objective
Watching us rotting but in passive
What turns me on and on aggressive?
Cut and compose my music to the massive
I rip the mic psychopathic
In my hand I hold the king who's aristocratic
Towards the freedom I spread systemic
With heart desire and a soul of a militant

In my way forward I pass beyond
Between now and tomorrow the night stands strong
Moving on passing along

What is freedom if not the triumph of a man on himself?
We are dust in space pot
All the things we wanted to be but were not

I build my existence logistic
In front of the event I prepared militaristic
And in front a world which grows dumper and sadistic
A world of whom his heart frozen statistic
How's it like to live in an environment that's post traumatic
Of whom addict to hatred that’s anesthetic
It's drowning in the swamp of bureaucratic
Dead eyes look at me antipathetic
She is frying my brain in waves of a cellular
She disintegrated her conscience that's molecular
Which is stored for the time of need modular
All the massive and branded is run by the dollar
I come and ignite it with my vocal
The lyric burns not burned, moves the verbal
Always on the run and acts with style
I fight my wars mental

In my way forward I pass beyond
Between now and tomorrow the night stands strong
Moving on passing along

What is freedom if not the triumph of a man on himself?
We are dust in space pot
All the things we wanted to be but were not

And if you say I'm dramatic
I'll says your opinion is irrelevant
Trying to break lose from the brain wash acrobatic
You can't compress me and make me compact
Can't brand me and make me authentic
Can't lie to me and make you cosmic
The truth comes back at last magnetic
Throwing off your mask poetic