first things first fuck america throwing fists up, black flags through electorates Imma knock a racist out and book it with agility fuck your immigration law that shit is from the enemy Really what the USA has taught us i promise you cant trust the law is honest why I'm armored and lawless they aint playing by no other rules and neither are we its no gods and no masters its no justice, no peace its not saying shit to officers, come catch the caprice hope every week offers alt right fash a new defeat Imma probably see your ass in public and just wig out better not be waving swastikas outside of the house motherfuckers its better that the sentiments public feel free to get offended and still shut the fuck up then listen I'll turn your flag into ash in the dust you better not mess around, you'll get cut trust These days I'm feelin kinda sorta paranoid Like I don't already know the phasers set to kill Be lying if I said I wont be glad when its destroyed reality is sobering I'm over how you feel I'm a cloak and dagger adderall assigned kinda life you're a capitalist pig, fuckin wasting my time I know the signs are unheeded offerings are in the coffers y'all are structuring a circle of salt then spillin water okay cool i aint really playing that though here to burn a lot of rubber as the summer is closed feels that were close to something rocky I'm caught up in melancholy a choleric kinda system I'm drowsy in fields of poppies if you get it I get it if you don't then never mind i aint talking with snitches i aint kicking it with bigots i aint working for a dime only to turn around and praise it when my boss makes five I'm not doomed

got the soul of an old man if it can exist I don't hold hands if we're gonna talk politics part of the propephecy that theyre pushing, it probably sticks inside the minds of cops and proleterian terrorists I been novatore-in' doors in where capitals empowered go to get the smell of gunsmoke out inside a shower I can't relate to these cowards just sitting back give applause if you can rob 'em and escape through the cracks patience aint my virtue what the virtuous are sayin' makes me wonder if it'd hurt to turn away from what theyre saving thats a hard pass I don't wanna be famous I want to give a judge a heart attack with quality cadence I make waves i suckerpunch em into a daze your making apple ad music, i cant even relate I make moves for a tombstone for heads of the state A ballot shaped like a rock a border being erased people talkin', knowing what you want to hear got the conscience of the capitalists speaking in your ear, so Get ready 'cause we're aiming for the heart now ready 'cause we're aiming for the heart tell me what you are not unnerved to play your part i dont wanna get mixed up with the GOP all stars from the start thats a bad problem to have yall dont even know the half people peacefully assemple then get cannisters of gas I traded a gas mask for a copy of my last album the filters were organic the records an amalgamn of my disposition to depression set to an encounter of a jab hook combination straight from a downer thats your boy I got another one to deploy its the rap version of a bank being destroyed its a slap if your ass has been trying to act coy knowing that im on a mission and the kids should rejoice I got a banner to hoist and the color is black theres no rest for the wicked quit livin in the past i got a permanent scowl cause yall aint facing the facts they're gonna kick you out the door and turn your job into an app

I'm fresh from the beach im an expat back home in the borders of beasts Stepped from a scene in the past to arrive on time in cacaphenous black the time and the past dont exist but the futures a prison I'm already at he asked whats the problem I don't really fuck with you swine just for starters I don't really drink but the offer is up if you wanna go shot for shot and get fucked oh. and if I see dystopian films I see the face of this place you want live for it still you want to die for this citizens are already killed and they're also fucking footing the bill I can't chill there's no grace 'cause the faith of this state is figment takin' either literally or in friendship plus I'm only up in this shit to get justice lookin' at your uniformed ass swinging a truncheon listen as the liberals say to stay calm i'm little bitter now that you mention it, call in the comrades, gettin' all spazzed at the thought i'm a molotov waiting for room to go off Stepped from a scene in the past to arrive on time in cacaphenous black the time and the past dont exist but the futures a prison I'm actually at Do you even need to ask people treated like trash you bastards drive past I've seen the whole act you're playing that part I'm swinging, wont stop until its blown apart thats my problem wolves in the office, pigs in departments pickin the laws and all of this oftens just an excuse to abuse I'll arson this market yo I'm fresh from the beach im an expat back home in the borders of beasts in the land of belief in the landed and priests with demands on a whole damn planet of green I want action like i ate bags of adderall I'm mad in both senses ill and pissed off and born to spit bars at heart theyre all ours we either get disregarded or get caught

yeah im not dead yet no arrests with the best of the best you oughta bet no rest I don't get no sleep I just press on, next will be snatching your chest and all flex got a semi-automatic in the back, youre an actor real florida shit we don't fuck with your masters we can throw hands probably gonna celebrate after these officers are mad, tell us they aren't really bastards when its you and the road you don't feel like jack kerouac you feel alone got a side-side hustle, I aint stayin this broke a crime wave could wash money on the florida coast I'm goin ghost, get a clue soon we'll be taking the streets inside a gated community you had better believe kid, I aint makin' no cash the rich are saying we whine the revolution is here Its only biding its time more of the poor go ghost while the rich stack bills on the backs of our folks most everyones broke a crime wave could wash money on the florida coast I don't need no pity from y'all the right aint giving it up and fuckin havin a blast they say its crass if thats proper then i think that ill pass the economy is stuttering and probably'll crash I don't mean to be a cynic, still the picture is clear my old alma mater moderates the debts of my peers I'm on a ship and its tipping like stone confederates do we aren't alone until we take the word of the wealthy as proof of a god thats in green if you bend and you scrape and just follow the rules as a sign of your faith then the money'll come but then it never does while they stack all the cash and the drugs, and the guns im still on my kaneko speakin like im Emma G. Better keep it to yourself if you still love the police this shit is sad half the folks I know are missing a dad this games impossible i aint trying to play how you ask

I'll be a skeleton, still spitting stupid raps agitating the authorities in black yelling at 'em that their classists and all this other petty bougie wackness been losing my temper like my dad did ugh I ain't a nietzchean but still been gazing in the void feeling paranoid and hear the coyness in my broken voice when I try and talk but often all of yall are only noise offering a thought although I know there aint a fuckin' choice ...pardon if im getting aggressive, I guess I gotta a lot of friends and theyre living in a lot of debt so I've been stuck on how to get everyone to hear what theyve said but america's still racist and she hates the poor with every breath *breath* This spectacle is living in our thoughts like a bomb or assurances of what is right and wrong like a song i'm unsure of to whom victory belongs but if its either you or me, then you're gone, so long

i make boss battle music to battle your real boss pick pockets in a gated community, break laws make rent im spilling out a void when i spit I'm sinnin like my soul is a so-so gift I make fight theme for proletarians loading rack slides shot shot cash register foley start a cuffed jeans rap squad like a bi black bloc click clack boom bap move to outrun cops heres the thing none of y'all can tell me nothing I been living like a verified enemy of the public this whole countrys fuckin racist I see who supports it putting black speech under where the importance of sports is its the soundtrack to dantes descent and you can catch virgil with the fire when he spits the bars got catharsis when you work shifts where the lands like a beach side mall its all strippedyh im sorta on some sylvia plath, or like like twenty raccoons in your trash or like like gandalf guarding a path i eat all fried soybean curds and punch fash i been crown crushing you cant get high in public, thinking that somebody knows I'm prone to feel the same way, but im not stoned this world kind of freaks me out I sorta think I've eaten acid I see they missed whats basic I think I'm probably passin' this shit has gone sour, bet that im not fuckin around this doesnt add up, plus they're midas minus the crown I aint the pride of my parents or employee of the month I crush crowns, leave 'em slumped, and rush

I grabbed an orange revolver and redirected the fire for the practice I"m packing a pair of gloves and a lighter trying not to expire then sitting quietly next I'm not to proper to scrap the fash are cowards at best I'm in a country founded on the back of sweatshop work they're not too proud to admit but still too proud to confront my friends are vets that didnt fit into the fixtures and norms and so what the poor need all the change, the rich have all the guns they want If no one understands I can't say its a problem they only talk about us as an issue that needs solving We can do this standing back to back I heard a cry of elation and saw a window collapse liberals asking for peace not for the poor to be self-reliant I been peaceful before the papers still had called it violence I'm talkin' theory when I'm chillin' with my comrades putting it into action when I mask up and make contact heard a pig got injured when he caught some rock thats what happens when you let people fall victim to the cops, fuckers We kinda rap crack they heard im at it again, "rad" I dont back the blue that backs murderous ass fash thats all of em, get real the pavement is wet still a sickness in my stomach with a rage that i cant kill

today I thought about raum burning a city to ash as ya'll are playing a part crown off crushed underneath a furious mob I got a rush dodging officers workin' for the law said that I talk like a bomb a habit of going off I had to stop probably inherited from my pops its weird to peer in the past knowing it touches the now I'm only living in the moment if the music is loud paying the cost [deep] of living in hypercapitalism lower class kids get into addiction and stay my brains aching, I been saying there isnt a break I aint trying to get arrested Im trying to make waves I been poor almost everything could be different I'm not breaking my back for the benefit of the system thats telling us that we're worthless paying near nothing for service watching us beg on the corner and saying that we deserve it ... ...I got gold all in my eyes all shoved down my throat [x3] it got violent all by some kind of design from the throne I've got a book you should read that I been thinking about now for close to a week and when Im breathing aloud it seems the silence is sweet I almost feel we could be free then I catch somebody new got brutalized by police my boss makes bank Im barely afloat but I pay rent 'cause they'd gladly let me die if I don't thats real shit thats too grim took stims and im carried away, y'all we'd be better off with all of the city hall heads gone they funded the drug squad then shuttered the shelters so more poor people die in their sleep and cold weather while the towns run by a board of directors passing laws so the poor gotta bounce or be specters I don't got gold, despite all the hook and nylon line used when they catch, clean, cook callin' us criminals, cool I aint playing around come get your jaw rocked thinkin that moneyll keep us down

i been a part of bitter wilds i picked a card from a deck when you said and got a smile kinda melancholy, like we're at a funeral you're trying to tell me something and im trying to keep my cool its the usual i been a misanthrope throwing fire at a throne wildly switching between certainty and just walking home certainly im not alone usually a loner though only only 'cus the kids is rushin every noble kneeling prone needin the edge or its not cool i accept what i got louder than most of your favorite rappers with nary a plot I wake up feeling like the end is upon us I guess I'll go down swinging, slinging lead its a promise I mean I recall a cop sayin keep your nose clean like we're on the same team can you believe its simple I do everything within its own context the prospects are null, the voidspit is atomic ... I always wake up feelin like im still asleep got a chronic case of thinking that the worlds on repeat Its a surreal kinda summer I got crushed when the chemicals kick and wanna wonder I saw my face melt now I feel better though l sobered up still in floridian weather shits strange i could talk about it for days I think i might be crazy in a light green haze i'm in the prime of my life but I'm feelin' closer to death i need to rest in whatever hotel I see next and slow down [deep voice] im tryna get lost for a minute by the end I'll be stuck in a sylabel mid sentence all trippin' on it like biblical verses to christians I'm not a disciple I am a defendent get it? sometimes I start to feel like a skrull the only one thats not or a composite of both I been partying hard I been keeping friends close while I'm self-medicating with rap at high doses oo just got a text from a friend it read that lately hes been to depressed and I said Im here no matter what he needs just text call or shoot flaming arrow to the east whatever My name sakes Sylvia Plath She's onto something that I'm tryna to grasp I noticed all my heros are dead it often seems reality is a trap i had a time and saw the world flicker out is was odd and V is laughing as i'm taking too long and get caught It aint cold, i feel lost on a road that dont cross I'm talkin right at the dog although the dog didnt talk although he's looking right at me he might be tagging along I'm just kidding but im not aint pickin up when you call sorry Its been a weird half of a day, then I look at the time and its like 8 in the a m I think im maybe okay I got my head in my hands I saw a death and a wake I think i barely made it I almost dont feel like shit at the thought of losing lives that I love and cant kick I'm a goblin