Higher Purpose

Dark Side Poet
Raven on the beat
Happy Guy Fawkes Day
Yo
Vendetta tatt on my right arm, mic in my left hand
Raised to the mouth make a sidearm
Animal nature in effect, see attack mode
Take a breath and unleash that flow
Y'all never seen anybody up in the the B'
Doin' it quite like this, vacate the room
See Capitol D turn the place to Hunger Games
Light the sky up, kaboom!
In the role he was born to play
Sedition born to relay
To the people of the world with their fist up
Wearin' black and Circle-A
Slavin' away all day for the people
Ever takin' our money and rights away
And y'all got the nerve to say I'm lazy
Say "get a job" and just obey
Fuck you
I'm doin' this for you, I'm doin' this for us all
I suffer daily, heart and mind are brakin' but I'll never fall
Some things are worth the pain, some weights are worth the strain
And I'll flow like a waterboard
In the face of my adversary 'til I'm fully drained
Hotbox with a man with a purpose
See what ya got's completely worthless
Mine be a lifetime dedicated to the rhyme
And a reason for that rhyme
This little, nah, scratch that
This massive light of mine each rap, in the darkness
Ain't tryna be the hardest
Ain't tryna be the fastest
Grew through the concrete to prove I'm the truest
Whenever I get on the beat
You want some of that radical honesty, play some DSP
Radical Sound in effect relayed on a Raven rhythm
Better pray to be forgiven
No prisoners taken; the situation is
A man with nothin' to lose; fuck our stations, ah!
Ain't such a thing as royal blood, I recognise
No authority but time and Gaia; all are food for flies
All that I have is this pen and paper
And the talent I created from nothin'
No god is takin' credit; do not mistake it
A self-made man in the flame I breathe
The plight of a man just wanting to be free
So, penny for the guy, for the enemy
For the effigy in the memory of Fawkes and Catesby
Every fighter grinding in the service of a Higher Purpose
We remember like the fifth of November
And I will never stop for if I do it means I've lost
I will not forsake the souls trapped in this mental holocaust
The Dark Side Poet, you know it
That vaudevillian veteran back with a vengeance
Back back back back with a vengeance, ah!