“Hope ya right , especially since they hold ya life in the palm of they devilish claw. Telling the masses not to believe me when I'm spittin it raw. Could kill a nation, and they got us tweeting bout how they debatin. Turn us into self hatin, man-made AIDS patients, worshipping their all mighty all great satan. I hate ‘em.”
(this was written to the first beat I ever made, called “No Debate”)
villain by definiton
illin and willing
to be killing politicians
wont see me sit still as the plot thickens
still building compositions
people worship notebookes that ive written in
its the tight rhyme spitting vs the white line sniffing
its important i aint buying it
importin poison in to my environment
skin dont show his true colors cus he keeps on dying it
its a white mans world he steady third eying in
wish i could still live in caves so pure i’d stay
gotta keep my eyes peeled even when i lay down
d.c. the devils castle disguise with a white house and some playgrounds
i use to think at a slower rate but thats changed now
look to the left i see a white man laughing
look to my right i see the poor man asking
soo i keep my head straight
told them all im not watching no debate
anticipating this october date
voting for a figure head and government just dont relate
feeding babies sugar coated lard squares thats why we stupid and overweight
imma die and be chilling in heavens open gates
cus while im on this planet
ill never understand it
but i just cant stand it
so i gotta learn to manage
speak my mind without causing no damge
welcome to america where the obama killing cynical
Canada where the health care free and drama minimal
they tryina belittle my mind state
to little and blind they
tryina wittle my spine lay
me under a pile 9 feet minus 3
and then piss on my grave sweet
they woulda thought they could play me
i stay 3
steps ahead
but they out me? fuck it im dead.