11 de abril de 2015

Don't let Lenin touch your hair. He's a hoe.

Well you thought this was just a cheap song about being hood and all that shit. That only shows how much of a judgemental blinded simple person you are and how little thought you put into one of the best capitalism anthems in disguise ever made.

Here's what it really means.




 

I was walking down the street, drinkin' my black tea boba
And this bitch--oh no no no no!
This bitch had the nerve, the audacity, to touch my motherfucking hair
Do NOT touch my hair! No, nonononono, okay?

     If one wishes to advocate a free society — that is, capitalism — one must realize that its indispensable foundation is the principle of individual rights. If one wishes to uphold individual rights, one must realize that capitalism is the only system that can uphold and protect them. It is the only system which allows one to drink his black tea 'boba' without fear.
     And if one wishes to gauge the relationship of freedom to the goals of today’s intellectuals, one may gauge it by the fact that the concept of individual rights is evaded, distorted, perverted and seldom discussed, most conspicuously seldom by the so-called “democrats” or shall we say ”hair-touchers”.


Don't touch my hair, ho, or my chinchilla coat
Don't touch my hair, ho, or my chinchilla coat
Don't touch my hair, ho, or my chinchilla coat
Don't touch my hair, ho, or my chinchilla coat

It bears repeating.

Don't touch my hair ho, don't touch, don't touch my hair ho
It's real out here in the field bitch, and I'm a fucking scarecrow
I'll scare these birds away, ho, your bitch is on my payroll

     Under capitalism, it is the government’s job to use force to defend its citizen’s rights; however, government is not omnipotent, and it is not omnipresent: it cannot be everywhere.
     In cases where the protective forces of government cannot arrive to a criminal situation in time to prevent an irreversible situation, i.e., such as a murder, one has the right to those means necessary to protect themselves, until the police can arrive to handle the situation, i.e., an intrusion by a would-be rapist when a woman is alone in her apartment. Or even worse, when a "hoe" touches your "weave".

I get that money like my name was Sonny, but I don't ever share though
My weave costs more than your 4 door, I'm slipping on chinchilla coats
I'm finna go guerrilla though, I'm shippin' out Brazilian coke
I'm making that dinero, stay dipped in gold like Pharaoh

I had thought until recently that the debate between capitalism and socialism was over, with socialism permanently buried, way down in Hell where it belongs. But I learned from the Obama administration, the goverment of red-handed dirty little hair-touchers, that this hopeful vision was erroneous. Given this fragile state, it is valuable to teach our children more about the wonders of capitalism and about how it can miraculously turn hard work into wealth. Our hairs are at risk by the envious comunist demons.

Mothafucka, I swear though, don't touch my fucking hair, ho
Don't touch my hair, my coat, my car, my ho, my drugs, my money
You touch my hair, my girls, my clothes, then this shit won't be funny
But if you cool, I'll let you touch your tongue on my punani
And if you lick it right you'll hit the apple seed like Johnny

     We have myopically come to believe that “survival of the fittest” is synonymous with competition and is the highest expression of our nature. Yet survival of the fittest also includes those creatures, including humans, who successfully and continuously cooperate to survive.
     That ultimate capitalist vehicle, the corporation, is not just a legal business entity but a vehicle of, and for, cooperation. In fact, alongside nation-states, corporations are the largest cooperatives ever imagined by people. What else besides cooperation describes Walmart’s 2.2 million employees working together toward competitive ends? What else besides cooperation describes McDonald’s 1.9 million employees working together toward competitive ends? Or China National Petroleum? Or Carrefour?

Cash rules everything around me, bitch, I'm high, had a pill and brownie
Got a hideout way out in Downy cause I got a warrant in every county
So bitch beware, ho, I'm not sure if you care ho
I'll wipe you out like Nair, ho, don't touch my fucking hair ho

     “There is one sign the Soviets can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe, if you seek liberalization: Come here to this gate! Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate! Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!”

I can't believe she did that, now why she had to did that?
See, that's the type of shit that's gonna make a bitch get bitch slapped
I don't believe she did that, man, why she had to did that?
The next time that you touch my weave, I'll push your fucking wig back

     The world is more nervous about the drift toward nuclear war between the U.S. and Russia than at any time since 1962’s Cuban Missile Crisis. When French President Francois Hollande urgently side-tracked his return-flight from a diplomatic mission recently, in order to meet with Russian President Vladimir Putin at Moscow’s Vnukovo Airport, at a private room that had been scoured ahead of time to eliminate any possible bugging devices, there was speculation as to what had caused Hollande’s sudden detour, and there were even rumors of a possible cause being an American “false-flag” event in the works to be blamed on Russia as a pretext for going to war against Russia, just as Russia had been falsely blamed for the Ukrainian military’s downing of Malaysia’s airliner MH17 on July 17th. All that was publicly released about the two-hour meeting were platitudes, hardly anything that would have justified side-tracking Hollande’s flight so as to surprise intelligence agencies and be able to meet the Russian leader in an untapped room.

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