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I'm damn if I do my whole bandwidth is taboo, Bantu Gave y'all answers to clues Deep healing over band-aids for wounds Broke thru mandates and man-made rules Plant based foods hand made tunes that make landscapes groove Handshakes and truces with rival crews, we don't idolize dudes Their jewelry looking like a stylized noose, Social lynchings, while they vocalizing fiction Childhood born narcissism I talk with an anarchist wisdom social drinking over Vibes of Marxist socialism Arrogant billionairism You worshiping marketing dollars mark of beast followers Oligarchy scholars Echo chambers of clichés in the deep state, police state Climate heat waves, the North Pole is new tropics, Emaciated polar bears, Radioactive solar flares, plastic fish, internet activist Death manufacturers, thirst trap selfies Broke folks looking mad wealthy Pyramid scheme sketchy they can Make a straight line seem edgy I still dream heavy Without dreams I'm dead Channel my inner Khaled my teams the best This ain't talent this is soul, big difference This is black gold their goals are fictitious Rappers is entertainers who play roles to trick listeners Mind controlled by big business Cocky talking heads with cognitive dissonance We the voice of dissidence They might not like us, might be scared to promote this, Douse the system with flows corrosive Bend em out of shape like multiple sclerosis I'm a contradiction, anti-colonial Anti phony gimmicks No drums no instruments This is only lyrics Only the real will feel this Y'all Tap dance and get high to something else Universal law I abide to nothing else Don't compare me to rappers Your top ten lists generic facing impossible odds Like the Mau Mau I'm fearless Mainstream or backpack My names rings bells from Beijing to Baghdad Asthmatic still I laser beam passed that I'm part man part marvel I evolved passed Darwin my heart part carbon My thoughts reach farther than profit margins This a movement of prophets marching Lauryn hill at her peak, Jordan in his prime Magnus carlsen's mind Nonchalantness of James Harden I'm John starks dunk at the Madison square garden Apollo the great, Zeus The god of thunder My apartments should be treated like an Area 51 bunker Biggest charisma while low key Still An enigma to those who know me Gorilla hulk You divulge ya life during pillow talk We heard about ya, all universe 21st century writer That gun talk stale, I push weight on top of scales Opus Dei, my soul not for sale Catching speaking Swahili mixed with French In a gold dashiki with miraculous African strength Exhibit pride and joy thru the worst times You cry babies act like you felt pain for the first time I put myself on, you can't black ball a warhead I storm the set and start rapping to Portishead Y'all typing ya life I show up instead Y'all begging for slots I make em throw up the bread Foreign countries state to state dolo I did that My aura allows me to take a crystal clear Photo in a room that's pitch black I'm the formula, no need to look far That's why always inspired and I get booked far Street or book smart These dumb politicians know how to look smart Y'all ain't wake up yet? You figured out how this world is made up yet? Slaving everyday for crumbs? You ain't upset? Accepting next to nothing cause ya life sucks less? In this society of success Most of ya idols have rich investors Either that or rich ancestors Means they no different from you Except maybe they living they truth I ain't giving u bars I'm giving you tools They gonna milk u to death and get rid of you fools We got the numbers on our side But too busy surviving to fight this modern day apartheid They keeping ya face prints in archives And numbing all of our senses That's when the art dies
Writer(s): Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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