Hope I'm not shitting up the bread here but I have something to share with you guys:
Abstract mathematic
Cash-strapped systematic attack
I'm rather manic
Watch me while I gather panic
Soundtrack telepathic
Smash slapped emphatically
Enigmatically programmed to your modem Automatically
Intact but sporadic
Smack tapped monadically
Nomadically flow to my zone
I grow radically
Crack open the schematic
Track mapped grammatically
Smokin' dope somatically
To keep me symptomatic-free
Call up 'ya mechanic
The titanic is sinkin'
Tyrannical forces bring four horsemen up Apocalyptic
Cryptically insipid
Typically acquitted
Secretly remitted
Infrequently admitted
Vibrate the tympanic
Let the magic sink in
Heretical voices bring noise
Poised against the opposition
Fission is the mission
Abolition of tradition
Splittin' up partition up
And spittin' the emission
The world has got me wishin'
Got me fishin' for position
Ambition is the key to recognition
I ain't askin' for permission
I'm baskin' in the flame
On the road to perdition
My flow is sedition
Unmaskin' the patrician
My ammunition's my ambition
In this war of attrition
In my core it's intuition
Now we bring the opposition
A people's inquisition
Now I'm hittin' the ignition
Memetic magician on a mission
Poetic tactician in your kitchen
Now it's time to quit'cha bitchin'
Just listen
Goetic evocations n'
Demonic vibrations
Take a hold of 'ya soul and
Control the damned nation
Wi-fi to your mind
The lies and crimes
With my rhymes
I break the program
You know that I don't give a damn
You know I'm here to lend a hand
And open 'ya eyes
To the lies and the crimes
United we stand
Divided we fall
The rights we demand
We write up on the wall
United we stand
Divided we fall
The rights we demand
We take to city hall
Cisgendered I remember
The way it used to be
All about the family
Livin' it up in harmony
Inclusive a community
No political identity
Everybody livin' free
Happiness for you and me
Multiplying fruitfully
Livin' life youthfully
And speakin' truthfully
No wars without warheads
I'm callin' out the war heads
If I get in your heads
We'll be gettin' more fed
Instead of more dead
Just to line the
Just to line the
Just to line the pockets of the fed
Just to line the
Just to line the pockets of the fed
Just to line the
Just to line the pockets of the fed
Just to line the
Just to line the pockets of the fed
How much more blood
Until we've seen enough red?
Kicked down in the mud
Overworked and underfed
Kings eat the meat
And slaves eat the bread my friend
These clowns up in the circus
Always thank you for your purchase
But underneath the surface
They're creating a disturbance
Always lurkin' and creepin' underneath 'ya motherfuckin' dermis
And keep 'ya runnin' around in circles
For what purpose?
To usurp us
I'm trying to redpill some people locally via the hippity hoppity music. It's more fun and easier than arguing.