People don't even want to know the truth!
If you want to turn the channel, go ahead, fool, turn the channel.
If you want to learn, shut your mouth and listen to me for a minute.
Stuff's stuck with industrious, so enough of this.
It's just the tug and twist of coming up is just enough to pucker stiffen upper lips.
Luck or chips, everything else is just some sucker shit.
Maybe pass the buck, leave it up to all the younger kids.
Fuss, corrupt, govern, mean muggin' us.
Feed the fiend uppin' us, leave the scene covered with some double spit.
Trouble is, need some leaders, who ain't some greedy Neolena weenies.
If we are really to move the needle, we don't believe you, ordinary people.
Even Tegan can feel the heat if you ain't preaching what you practice.
Facts, not the facts, it's fascist bad actors.
Run it back, backwards, classic, distract the activists.
Mad on Twit while they pass acts, fast, big baggin' it.
Tax the rich, megalomaniacs, it's past sick.
Tell them who's sayin' that, the Ashton, underground's massive.
A beast of some cattle, you don't wanna battle.
You'd rather take a bite of a poisonous apple, have my boys attack you.
There's no way you could avoid the hassle.
It's such a joy to slap you, show you what max do, blast you.
Out of commission, I couldn't come from a prouder division.
Southern cow karate, kickin' it, killin' it.
Give you a out -of -body experience, neo -Nazi experiments.
Niggas is gas, compost what you compose.
Niggas is trash, John Doe you with a venomous laugh.
Split for some grass, they get me lifted like a giraffe.
Ready to rip it just like someone passed.
Every mic that I grasp, deconstructs from the touch.
Your heart gets crushed like runner -ups tryin' to run with us.
Because cuz can bust, I love the bucks.
But in God we trust.
It's like who won't hear no evil, see no evil.
And most important, never speak it.
Far from a prime or a zenith, my nigga up your bandwidth.
Flow smoother than a hair on a manuscript.
Skip plans just to hit randoms.
Fifty -six gandhians, Everfield lambskins.
Predicament time, dudes rub hands like he Birdman.
Might not know me local, but they know me round the world fam.
Area called Holds, I'm sharin' a boatload.
I'm clearly a dope soul at givin'.
Music from the PM to the AM, how I'm livin'.
Gotta save em' cuz I'm really with the givin'.
Still there's more I gotta givin', though some shit was not forgiven.
Cold chillin', might just rattle a bone.
Makin' raps with a cat at my home.
No pops, just a man of my own.
The red plate plus the water from the electrics.
Next shit, niggas hexed him.
Shit was hectic.
Still he made it cross the water, switched the metric.
Pulled off in a Lexus with a satin name Alexis.
Cuz I'm sending sex to Texas.
Tequila got me flexin'.
Couple extra checks in.
Huh?
I can't see you cuz we way up, baby.
Every night another vibe if you stay up, baby.
Niggas really used to bull, I had to lay up crazy like.
I'm out the loop, though.
Meditating on the beach, finding inner peace.
Something like a loophole.
All I see is trauma.
Going back and forth like a tennis match.
They don't wanna get to that.
They rather sit and judge until they being judged.
A lot of pain, so it's hard for us to see the love.
Politics, politics, I don't want no part in it.
I am dodging every single trap that they falling in.
Never see me stressing about the news.
I'm just trying to get my mind right.
Sharpening up my tools, making sure I am aligned.
When you self -aware, you can read between the lines.
So in tune, I can see the evil with my eyes.
Only give my energy to people in my tribe.
On my side, it is love.
It's a high when the world in a loop.
We gon' know what is real, what is true.
What I feel, how to grow, how to heal with the devil.
