Gentrifried Chicken

by The Muslims

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sagalina punk is black asf!!! get into it!!! Favorite track: Gentrifried Chicken.
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squirrels ummm so the Muslims are everything punk is supposed to be. Qadr's vocals are fresh af and the lyrics slap you in the face. coming across this album on the diy woc & fem punk playlist on sp*tify was a gift. Favorite track: Blink 9-11 (What's My Race Again?).
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blujacket I stumbled upon this album during a Bandcamp crawl and after listening to Blink 9-11 and Punch a Nazi, I immediately had to buy. Been listening to the album almost non-stop ever since. Favorite track: Blink 9-11 (What's My Race Again?).
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Don't Panic Records This is what punk should sound like in 2020. Favorite track: Call The Cops.
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Eric Miller Haha fuck the police Favorite track: Call The Cops.
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Oh my fuckin god, Johnnys gon’ down to Walmart Oh my fuckin god, Bobbys bought himself an AR Blame it on Mohammad Blame it on Mohammad They’re scared of Mohammad They’re scared of Mohammad, how bout you Oh my fuckin god, Chad done shot up a theater Billys gone n’ picked an elementary school. Blame it on Mohammad Blame it on Mohammad They’re scared of Mohammad They’re scared of Mohammad, how bout you Bismillah, Oh Bismillah. He’s gonna shoot a synagogue. Praise be, Oh Praise be. I know he’s comin’ for me. Blame it on Mohammad Blame it on Mohammad We don’t want Sharia Law We're scared of Mohammad, how bout you In the name of white power In the name of white power, they In the name of white power Killin’ In The Name And it’s your fault In the name of white power In the name of white power In the name of white power Killin’ In The Name And it’s your fault In the name of white power In the name of white power In the name of white power Killin’ In The Name And it’s your fault
2.
Bitch you fucked up, I aint no slave Hit me harder? I won’t behave Yea I’m grabbin a shotty You won’t make it alive Night-rider: game you can’t peep Free my people cause they free me Coming back on that railroad Scoop my niggas at night Runnin for our lives Runnin for our lives Oh! Its the 60’s, you still aint shit Try to rape me, I’ll snap that dick Lock me out of the progress The problem is, yous a lie When you said that the dreams for me Bitch ass nigga, straight through your teeth Lightin coppas on fire You won’t take me alive Runnin for our lives Runnin for our lives Yea we caught up, we on that ass Winnin office and smoking grass Don’t you hate that the niggers that You tried to kill survived Oh, I’m pissed off as you can see 2050 and no mercy Freed our people and now The Global poor’s on the rise Runnin for our lives Runnin for our lives
3.
Punch A Nazi 02:29
Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi Punch that Nazi in the face Knock his teeth back in his brain And if that inbred scum gets up Kick that cracka in his gut Punch that Nazi in the face Make sure that he’s seeing stars And when that khaki bag comes to Beat him till he’s black and blue Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out Punch that Nazi in the face Knock his ass into outerspace When that fucking bitch comes down Drag his ass through sundown town Punch that Nazi in the gut Beat him till he’s pissing blood Make him say your fuckin name Tear that ass up all the same Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out We want peace so we’ll beat your ass to pieces You’d kill us so your death with bring us justice You’re a relic of a dying fucking system Take the proud boys with them And all the KKK Killer Cops Punch that Nazi in the balls Whoop his ass til he fuckin falls If that mayo bread talks back Jam that marten in his crack Punch that Nazi in the throat That should keep his no-lips shut Noose that flag around his neck Tell the boys to string him up Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out Beat him up Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up Point em out Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out Beat him up Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi Punch a Nazi
4.
Woke jokes, pot smoke Big mad, why now See you see us Your sin? You're so fuckin proud Get high, get dragged So fag: pronouns It's clear we don't intersect, it's problematic But the problem was you I am not the only one Who's sick of all your shit Bust into your kitchen And we'll flog you with a fish Loggin all the hours For the labor that I've spent Hit you with the PayPal Countin every cent Bet ya check the petty bitch ya fuckin with is with the shits Ya cancelled and go call your kids Your becky bitch and tell your friends You lost your shit cuz the problem was you Woke jokes, pot smoke Big mad, why now See you, see us Your sin? You're so fuckin proud Get high, get dragged So fag: pronouns It's clear we don't intersect, it's problematic But the problem was Woke jokes, pot smoke Big mad, why now See you, see us Your sin? You're so fuckin proud Get high, get dragged So fag: pronouns It's clear we don't intersect at the future Cuz the future is me
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DooDoo Drone 02:27
I am so flawed — I’ve been putting up big walls I’ve been opening old doors Now I can’t hide Yes you blame me — I’m the closet problem you can see I’m the biggest threat on your newsfeed that they’re dragging You can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Now you’re on your own Ya think you’re watchin me? When they see everything you scroll Act like I’m your enemy When your government is spying on you through your camera You can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone I know — we surrender for rights to scroll We play dead for the new iPhone But they’re killing me Yes I’m angry — when they curate all you can see They erase any reason for uprising You can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Where you supposed to go — see them watchin me Taggin everything I know Update my privacy, but my VPN provider was purchased by Jeff Bezos You can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone Can not hide from your doodoo drone
6.
If I wanna get shot, I call the cops If I’m wanna get popped, I call the cops If I wanna die, I call the cops If I hate my life, I call the cops I would never call the cops That’s just not my steeze If you’ve got some beef with us Let’s take it to the streets I would rather get beat up Than end up in jail I would never call the cops Cuz then I’d burn in hell Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops If I wanna get shot, I call the cops If I’m wanna get popped, I call the cops If I wanna die, I call the cops If I hate my life, I call the cops It’s not my steeze yo Better come get your people Looking at me through the peephole Claiming we’re equal, receipts show that that is a lie If I wanna get shot, I call the cops If I wanna die, I call the cops If I hate my life, I call the cops Commit suicide, I call the cops Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops Cops. Cops. Cops. Cops Bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon, oh bacon
7.
Sura Sura 02:35
Hey Sura Sura Not really sure how I knew ya I’ve seen you around my way Guess its bout time I learned to stay What do you want from me Stuck in my head man so I can’t sleep Thought you were gone at last Might have to kick that ass. Ass. Ass I am not just quite sure How I’m supposed to grow I saw you in my dreams Coming down Erwin Rd Can you reach me Here up on the surface from memories I barely know your name Tell me if that’s the same Hey Sura Sura Not really sure how I knew ya I’ve seen you around my way Guess its bout time I learned to stay, okay Heard your name here in prayer Turned to look for answers but you’re not there Well if I don’t see you go You’re someone I’ll always know
8.
Why you in my neighborhood Why you tryna see whats good Waving at me ain't the mood With ya whack granola ass Chatting up the neighbors Just to make you feel better You a fuckin gentrifier: trash Damnit I don’t owe you shit Damnit I don’t owe you shit Why you think jus cuz you’re queer You are fuckin welcomed here Your presence is a threat Watch em fuckin raise my rent Bum ass clothes when You could fund the whole Hood niggas need to roll up, packin’ Damnit I don’t owe you shit Damn I don’t owe you shit You late-spry, deep fried, chicken head come suck my dick Why you strait up smokin' crack Why you actin like you black Why you tryna give me dap, mother fucker you trippin Always in my face Why you always in my space No I will not teach you spades, Karen. Damnit I don’t owe you shit Damnit I don’t owe you shit You late-spry, deep fried, chicken head come suck my dick Always in my pocket like I mother fuckin owe you I don’t owe you. Oh wow I don’t owe you. Oh, wow I don’t owe you shit. Oh wow I don’t owe you shit Damnit I don’t owe you shit
9.
If there is a problem, then the problem is the poor If the poor are starving, then the rich is eating more Lock em in the closet, won’t you keep them in a vault Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal Yes I know my country is insane They be lookin at me goofy like I'm out my fuckin brain Starve them in the hood until you know they’re forced to rob Lining up the bodies like the cocaine with your card Push them into prisons, cheaper labor makes you more Problem is the people always wanting to be treated equal… Yes I know my country's killings me, They be silencing resistance so the people think we're free. It’s the culture to fuckin rob Fuckin vultures who want your blood Seize the means of production ya’ll Eat the rich, they are useless slob
10.
I went out, it was a friday night To hit the bar and have a beer and cry But then the bouncer said, no baggy jeans in here But I was wearing fuckin tights That’s about the time it fuckin dawned on me Nobody loves you when your black and free I shoulda checked the demographics first What the hell is wrong with me That bitch said I don't act my race. Whats my race again, what’s my race again Later on, on the drive home I saw a cop on a side He said he hated blacks And could whoop my ass So I told him to suck my dick Thats about the time it fuckin dawned on me Nobody loves you when you're black and free I should have gone with at least one white friend I’m too drunk to code switch, clearly he’s a racist bitch What is race again? Whats my race again I told that fuckin cop To kiss my fuckin ass He didn’t like my attitude He pushed me in the grass I punched me in the face and kicked him in the dick Cuz I don’t give a shit And that’s about the time it fuckin dawned on my I can not live in white supremacy I should really mug white people, that’s what they expect of me I'm sure they will blame my race. Whats my race again Thats about the time the cops rolled up on me When I walked in to buy some anti-freeze Because my car broke down on 85 Clearly I deserved to die though white people invented this Whats my race again? Whats my race again

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New album from The Muslims punk band, released April 1st 2020. These bitches could stand to take a break during a pandemic but nah, fuck COVID-19.

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released April 1, 2020

2020 GENTRIFRIED CHICKEN by The Muslims
Independently Released
Lyrics | Album Art: QADR || Music: The Muslims
Recorded/Produced: David of the woods.
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The Muslims Durham, North Carolina

THE MUSLIMS is a crunchy, kickass punk band of Black + brown queer muzzies. Your racist dad is a piece of shit and THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE.

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