chairman mao

• (bkz: mao zedong)
  
  eğer resimlerini taşırsanız ayıp olurmuş, sir paul mccartney ve şürekası öyle diyor.
  (bkz: revolution)
• eski bir amerikan askeriyken asya'da görev yaptığı dönemde maoizmi benimseyen amerikanın en saygın indie müzisyenlerinden, rapper bambu'nun neşeli şarkısı, sözlerini de yazayım da tam olsun;
  
  study mao tse-tung's tongue, the young gun
  lock, load, and bust one
  champion with it like brraammp pomp pomp pomp
  lebanon guerrillas that'll egg 'em from ten yards
  with little pebbles, ı call it strength in arms
  when it's broadcast on broadband, they savages like tarzan
  they never get the background story they'd rather jam
  your frequency with trickery and headline news
  ıt's nothing new
  and if it's only half the truth it ain't true
  living proof that guerrillas in the philippine jungle
  won't stop, won't quit till the babies don't struggle
  ı rumble with colonization's effects on my people, homes
  the buck stops here with a buck to your ear
  the current affairs that wear my fellow organizers out
  same machine that be wiping my fellow activists out
  from the comfort of a couch we make critiques of the world
  while little girls in the mountains let the slug shots hurl
  (ıs you ready?)
  all day dawg, whatever you say dawg
  megaphones up, bandannas across the face dawg
  (they ain't ready)
  always dawg, whatever you say dawg
  rifle to the sky, bandanna across the face dawg
  ı learned the speeches and teachings of malcolm x
  nooses around our neck
  made malcolm drop the "little" and capitalize the "x"
  tiananmen square drums, make the big go dumb
  compel sisters in the mountains back home to grab guns
  my lungs pump los angeles smog, strong to handle my
  m-1, like guerrilla villagers in the viet cong
  ho chi minh trail, your home girl's favorite
  ı'm the maker of the music for the bus boy and the waitress
  every blue collar hero, peace to blue scholar geo'
  ayo saba, did you hear about the talks in the white house?
  ıran is now a new threat, ı told you, you were up next
  american rampage till there ain't a middle east left
  up jump the boogie, put a bullet inside
  and let the guerrillas and government collide in a fight
  to make the poverty disseminate, bullets fire hella straight
  showdown in chinatown and downtown l.a
  
  ı regurg' the words of joma over and over
  for every soldier with a gun run slung
  over his left and right shoulder
  katipunan triple k slang
  (native guns all day mayne)
  make change whether school books or the bang bang
  gang bang, gather up the troops all on the block
  put bullet holes in the white house and connect the dots
  we don't need those cops
  we need the hood on lock
  we need the murders of our people by our people to stop
  we need our money to recycle, keep the neighborhood rich
  we need to monitor the educationing of our kids
  we need the money to be evenly distributed out
  we need ann coulter to shut her motherfucking mouth
  zapatista guerilla as soon as the beat played
  my rifle is a little scrappy it's my a-k-k-k-k
  ındigenous spear chucking on mine
  must be x these white boys out like kevin federline
  
  hey {x16}