This is the message they sent out.
World syndicated in a consumer bulimic design.
They only recognize the value assigned.
Sweatshop, midriff top, seasonal fashion statements.
Baggy denim with the inside crotch that holds glocks.
Gangsta nigga cop a top dot, freedom of choice.
Take your camera crew down to the ghetto and see them rejoice.
I'ma keep spittin' this * until people internalize it.
It's all a matter of what you subjectively circumscribe.
Tenant vision through designer sunglasses.
You high behind at night, signifying what the colonized mind.
*'s colder than rice in your science class.
Verbal depiction, shadow fake fucks like candy.
City glass out of the play of words.
Comes the archetype tricks to the weight of this truth.
Dropping leaves a spike on the ring, the but me.
I'm just another rap cat kicking abstract flows.
Encoded with mad facts for you to grasp at.
Not for those in clothes in a happy mode.
Consciousness soon to implode on a financial fast track.
Perverse with a thirst to devour the other.
The light of the sun against the smoke.
With the burning earth at the doors of power.
Yo, don't hate the player, hate the game.
Is he a greedy? He's just trying to do his thing.
It's all the same, that's why he changed the name.
Now it's ambitious to want riches.
* the third world, yo, we VIP.
We're brain dead.
Bitches, here's a lecture for your new semester.
The empty wants a profit.
Gradually reduced to the role of a court jester.
From the start to the finish, his wisdom slowly diminishes.
In the eyes of the innocents, heard the will of the iron fist.
Trying to twist the image of the prophet to blemish it.
Restricting the innocence, freedom disrupting their inner sense.
Breathe easy, y'all, it's all analogical.
Peep it, don't let your ignorance be an obstacle.
Can a rapper be socio-philosophical and still affect y'all?
Is it possible?
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