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RED IS NOT DEAD​-​EP

by MC Amalgam

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On taking the streets, my heart is set again I’m one with political MCs I want to march on an overturned Capital I’m walking towards a permanent and organised revolution Fighting capital, the Daily Mail (TF1) and Murdoch (Claire Chazal) Through boycott and a general strike This ideology doesn’t seem ‘pragmatic’ For Kautskyite renegades or the Communist party You’ll learn this whether you want to or not The most dangerous are not the least intelligent I want the white flag to be covered in haemoglobin And become a bloody colour For the red flag to lead us to revolution For the proletariat to wake itself for emancipation History is too slow and maybe we need to provoke it Here’s a thanks to the militants readying minds My socialism’s scientific, my concepts metaphysic, My ideology is Trotskyist, my materialism, dialectic I’m unashamedly for the fourth international I believe in oppression and in its destruction Vox populi, the voice of the masses needs to be heard If you want peace prepare for war immediately The wind of change will spread eventually I’ve got to have faith or end up swinging To go against the mass will lead to mass revolt 20% decide for the whole 100, this will end in blood I feel the West (France) regressing Democracy: A joke. I come to say, youth will not stay passive I come to say, our minds are sharp NO race war, but a big fucking class war Death to the bourgeoisie, dump the old Etonians (Enarques) in the canal
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All those molecules accumulated inside my haemoglobin Allowing me to forfeit the gift to the haemophiliac Assimilating my physique to a metaphysical concept Constantly nourished by black market and trafficking The result of my excess concentrated in my spirit I’m doing myself a favour by avoiding the canonical age The connections in my brain are replaced by black holes The questions haemorrhaging, are fuelled by depression I’m pacing while thinking of my condition Not to complain, but to be authentic to my statement All those moments, those sessions of sublime Contribute to extenuate myself and to prove myself an Epicureanist Fuck it, let it go, if I’m wrong I can still turn it around I am slow to understand, but Truth is there, somehow A false start, a sprint, a few missteps A marathon, and like Icarus, I want to feel the warmth of the sun Delusion comes and he fucks over Truth Peacefulness has gone, Neurosis buried her I’m walking backwards, my eyes blindfolded, yet still closed I’m working hard so my lyrics, each one to be exact I’m too behind to be ahead with my money, the hole in my pocket is worrying me My spending on nights out which income can’t keep up with The sum of those nights out which my head can’t keep up with All those burnt-out neurons, all those euros to forget All those first names to remember, my memory starts to fade It’s insane to tell ourselves that this craziness does erase All my memories on the surface of my brain, because indeed The effect of all of this, while on my way Is only made to turn away from the problem, but not really efficiently And then to be alone with yourself during those hard come downs Mentally and physically in a state of lividity Avid for fluidity, to stomach our own simplicity In need of fustigating everything which surrounds us And all those days, struggling to do the most basic, even though my fatigue is inherent Cornered, out of strength, but still determined to start again An endless spiral even though my mind gets sharper In a world falling apart where Violence gets stronger Imperfect, perfidious, already lost is the battle Going on inside us, where we alone are against ourselves To perfect my diction, to forget my addiction To stop playing the game of the carrot and the stick To build productivity, to repent and then fall back still I teach myself to lie to myself and yet always divided Between my admitted mistakes and my repressed desires
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Electric is the climate which divides us; A new individualist era where egotism dogmatises itself The perspectives are nauseating, the fear of the future is dissuasive We are sacrificed on the alter to the glory of nihilism At the end we are nothing, we are just human beings Only flesh and blood in the blink of an eye We are going to return to the ground, and let our bodies decompose Out of our entire human life our death will be the apotheosis Because here on earth all our egos are juxtaposed, opposed Superposed and then explode Under those circumstances, because we neglect our existences Because we bring on our decline, because we defy Providence Because we are advocating Decadence, because we are also careless Because we deny our essence, we will end up in violent turmoil I can seem overly analytic, but it is my rhetorical style I see only a cynical response, to all my chronic obsessions Even though I’m ironic, I see a cadaverous future I see it apocalyptic unless hypothetically there is a wake- up call I define myself as a hagiographer of the working class war And I would like to define myself as an epitaph on Destitution’s tomb I fuck the rich, fascists and bourgeois Annuitants, bankers and all the shareholding To the little bourgeois who think that my fight Will fade, who think that it will lessen Me, I don’t think it will, but fuck it we’ll see But if the future proves them right, then I would let them cut off my hand All the regression in the name of public security will bring back the war to end all wars It’s a plague in my mind, the more I think about it the more I feel rotten The social traitors as drivers of the matrix All those things are submerging me because it’s profoundly out of our control All those clothes, supposedly street wear at £100 a jumper But then tell me, in that price, where can you see the street? My hip-hop struggle is my social struggle: A frontal shock which topples money off its pedestal The bubble - political, media, financial The bubble – written press, dominant record labels, mainstream radio For me they’re all the same, just some elite For me they’re all the same, some opportunists to burn at the stake The bubble - political, media, financial The bubble – written press, dominant record labels, mainstream radio For me they’re all the same, just some elite For me they’re all the same, send the elite to the gallows
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MC AMALGAM's "RED IS NOT DEAD" Debut EP summarize 10 years of recording & performing live across Europe.
Delivering fast flow and strong lyrical contents, MC Amalgam diverse influences shine through 4 tracks, infused with Hip-Hop, Dub & Electro influences.

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released May 13, 2012

Lyrics & Vocals : MC Amalgam
Production : Patch Harmonix
Instrumental & Production credits : Patch Harmonix, Kryzo-p, Bedo, Tom sqnc
Special Thanks : Clara Heutte, Will tun & the Wasters, Ivo, The Downtown Digital Crew, Le Citron Vert,

**And all the fantastic people who helped and supported us in performing , producing and promoting our music**

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