Calling all militant minds to form line,
Never led a stray by these perilous times,
World war 4 is knocking on heaven’s door,
But rumors say god doesn’t live there anymore,
He was cast away by the inventor,
Of the nail, freewill, and big trap door,
Open me up and see the idea of mechanism,
Gear turning artistry bled dry by prison,
Shapes and sizes define the legend of a majesty,
But I’d rather be happy with finger-painting my tapestries,
I’m the last recognized but the first to be heard,
Education is the key so everybody says…word
Preferred by the herd to perfect my speech,
Cause every nerd in the world needs what I teach,
A radical comic so divine with sonnets,
That my phonics translate to make heavy harmonics,
I’m on it, like the land of real natives,
You got it, like the greed that enslaves us,
To trust, the rush of commercials and billboards,
Selling you hip-hop but we don’t need more,
Industry costumes with nothing but volume,
Loud mouth cookie cutters playing the baby boom,
By selling their kids drugs, with a verse and hook,
Come on, get that ghetto slang, get that ghetto look,
Putting the rebellion in the glow of the spotlight,
Shutting up the right with a left and a street fight,
Making ya’ll bounce to these tracks like pro tools,
Rule breaking level headed ready to spite these fools,
Ya’ll got no clue, what the three can do,
Turn the world on its ear so they can hear the truth,
Lets stretch your nose to see how long it gets,
And watch the liars get smashed by the conduits,
The master plan is in the catch as catch can,
We’re floating in the water while you’re stuck on the sand,
We need relevance now, apocalypse and takes a million,
A soldier passing down knowledge to my children,
Make them all break, come one impeach the president.
Let the people rise watch the blue collar benefit,
Royalty kicked off the throne in public,
Schools teaching history as an accurate subject,
The future is now but is sounds like yesterday,
Gotta start hearing what the old folks say,
History repeats it’s self, history repeats it’s self,
Stop. so you can work on mental health,
Blowing up on screen like a government structure,
Cause every line is on point like acupuncture,
There’s nothing original about what ya’ll people do,
We were rocking jerseys in 92’
Switch your message and get the government terrified,
Wake up and stop the spreading of internal genocide,
We got the key to open up your lockjaw,
So you can say something relevant when caught on camera,
Like help me, everybody’s here has gone crazy,
Nah, nowadays most rappers are just lazy
The unassuming public’s been running it for decades,
Crushing skulls for fun no matter you’re gringo or esi,
The message in the syllables is no room for pedestals,
We don’t want hydrogenated chemicals




Lyrics submitted by LutherBlissetshs

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