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Duration3:09

Thief in Suit Picong

Trini Truth Basher

Extempo

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Raw vocals dominate this live extempo performance over a relentless bass drum rhythm, capturing the electric ambiance of a Trinidad Carnival picong battle. Improvised rhymes fly in call-and-response exchanges, delivering sharp satirical jabs at corrupt politicians and rallying the crowd with festive wit. Unpolished authenticity shines through spontaneous lyrical fireworks and audience energy.

Lyrics

Yo, got around, hear the truth unfold. And it's written, we expose the goal. Politicians promise the moon so bright. But pockets roll, champagne flows free. We scraping crumbs from democracy. Democracy, they talk unity, but divide the land. Rich get richer by slight of hand. Beef and soup with your lime grain. Yeah, we see you where the money been. Build no schools, just your mansion tall. People hungry, you feast at the ball. People change, that's your biggest joke. We're laughing now, watch your empire choke. Fancy talk, but no food on plate. Time to rise, seal your fate. Sing it loud, let the masses roar. No more change. We won't. No more. From the streets to the hilltop high. Truth gon' win, watch the liars cry. Feel the fire ignite. Together strong, we claim the right. Rich on corners, dreams deferred and lost. Bosses counting cash at any cost. Women hustle, carryin' the load. Men in shadows on a broken road. But we smiling, dancin' through the pain. One day soon, break every chain. Lead a fat cat, loungin' in your lair. Read up on. We comin' to hop it with. Lead up empty words from your silver tongue. Read up on. Revolution, son. Lead a high degree behind a TV screen. We know the game, mean and clean. Sing it loud, let the masses roar. No more change. We want more. No more. From the streets to the hilltop high. Truth gon' win, watch the liars cry. Feel the fire ignite. Together strong, we claim the right. Yeah, we rise. No more disguise. Social fire in our eyes. The people's choice. Lift your voice for joints. Dajun, Kwame, Mel, homosealics. Excitement. Grandma's beggin' her and do happily complex sound. And a simply shinin' whip. And a simple, innovative half historical melody. Kojeta. This shit come as a united solution. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song. And more than just just loonin' a song.

Thief in Suit Picong

Trini Truth Basher

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