“Weird” Al Yankovic – Amish Paradise (1996)

Public Enemy “Can’t Truss It” (1991)

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Lyrics on RapGenius

And I’ll judge everyone, one by the one
Look here comes the judge, watch it here he come now
(Don’t sentence me judge, I ain’t did nothin’ to nobody)
I can only guess what’s happenin’
Years ago he woulda been the ship’s captain
Gettin’ me bruised on a cruise, what I got to lose
Lost all contact, got me layin’ on my back
Ugh, rollin’ in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else
90 damn days on a slave ship
Count them fallin’ off 1, 2, 3, 4 hundred at a time
Blood in the wood and it’s mine
I’m chokin’ on, spit, feelin’ pain
Like my brain bein’ chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it’s hot in the day, it’s cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain’t it, you think I ever quit
Still I pray to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip
3 months passed, they brand a label on my ass
To signify our owned, I’m on the microphone
Sayin’ 1555, how I’m livin’
We been livin’ here, livin’ ain’t the word, I been givin’
Haven’t got, classify us in the have-nots
Fightin’ haves cause it’s all about money “damn”
When it comes to Armageddon mean I’m getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year, do you understand
That’s why it’s hard for the black to love the land

Bosnian War – Genocide: History, Key Dates

This war included the longest siege in modern times. http://www.WatchMojo.com looks back at the events that led to the Bosnian War, as well as some of the key dates and events that occurred during this conflict.

Markus Nikolai – Bushes, Fatboy Slim remix (1999)

Compiled bikini-wax experiences (waist-up shots only).

Bobby Digital (RZA) – Domestic Violence (1998)

LYRICS (explicit):

Raekwon – Criminology (1995)

LYRICS:

Heroin Trade – Burma April 1994

April 1994 – We travel to the trading town of Mandalay, north on the Burma road to the military stronghold of Lashio, and then on to a remote area in the Golden Triangle. The government hails this region as a success story in its anti-drugs campaign.

This is the home of the Wa tribe, once at war with the Burmese government and still claimed by drug agencies to be the biggest poppy growers in the world. While top army and police officers claim they are halting the heroin trade, critics say corruption is rife – some convoys carrying heroin are comprised of official vehicles.

Don’t Put It In Your Mouth (Full Version, 1993)

Here is the full, two-minute version of the Concerned Childrens Advertisers PSA about putting stuff in your mouth.

Cocaine Wars – Bolivia

April 1996
For centuries the coco leaf was a blessing from the Gods. It alleviated the hunger of the Bolivian poor. Today it is a source of narcotic evil for the West.

Bolivia’s government, reliant on US aid and vulnerable to US dictates, has been forced to uphold a war against coco producers. The ‘Leopards’ – anti-narcotic paramilitaries – patrol the tropical jungles of Chapere and destroy small cocaine factories. Local farmers, like Berto, are put under pressure to rip up their coco plants and rePlace them with alternative crops. But now Berto can’t sell his new produce and is more impoverished than ever. Human rights organisations report violent abuses committed by the ‘Leopards’ against men and women. US Ambassador coolly contests such reports and admits that Bolivia would be ‘hurt’ if it objected to US initiatives. Evo Morales leads the Chapere people in a protest rally. In their muddy villages, the tired faces don’t understand why their government is trying to destroy their livelihood.

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Denis Leary – Asshole (1993)

LYRICS

Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon. We don’t know…

I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job.
I’m your average white suburbanite slob.
I like football and porno and books about war.
I’ve got an average house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job, my kids and my car.
My feet on my table and a Cuban cigar.

But sometimes that just ain’t enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no) no way (uh-uh). No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense.
(oh yeah) yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.

I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane,
While people behind me are going insane.
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summertime saying “How about this heat?”
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong…
NAH

I’m an asshole (he’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (he’s the world’s biggest asshole)

You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights. Yeah! And I’m gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald’s in the old-fashioned non- biodegradable Styrofoam containers! And when I’m done suckin’ down those grease ball burgers I’m gonna wipe my mouth on the American flag and then toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain’t a God-damned thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that’s why!

Two words–nuclear fucking weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania – they can have all the democracy they want. They can have a democracy cakewalk right through the middle of Tiananmen Square and it won’t make a lick of difference, because we’ve got the bombs, OK? John Wayne’s not dead – he’s frozen! And when we find a cure for cancer, we’re gonna thaw out the Duke and he’s gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? You ever taken a cold shower? Well, multiply that by 15 million times. That’s how pissed off the Duke’s gonna be.

I’m gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes and Lee Marvin (Hey) and Sam Peckinpah (Hey) and a case of whisky (Hey) and drive down to Texas… (Hey, Hey, Hey)

(Hey you know you really are an asshole)
Why don’t you just shut up and sing this song pal.
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
I’m an asshole (He’s an asshole, what an asshole)
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