(I mean like I don′t really understand it why do

People riot I mean like poor blacks poor whites Mexicans

They just tear up their own cities and s**t

Everything is just fine in this country

I mean you know what I'm talking about right

You saw Mike Brown I mean

He stole some blunt wraps man he

Pushed that guy he deserved what he got right

Am I right or am I right

Eric Garner selling cigarettes man

You can′t go around selling cigarettes

Second hand smoke kills

I mean they should have choked him out right

Philando Castil he's reaching for

His license they weaponize those things)

You a brainwashed n***a

In the race draft 'cause you′re brainwashed

Trade you for somebody who ain′t brainwashed

We don't want your ass ′cause you're brainwashed

Head shots to the brain

You a brainwashed n***a

In the race draft ′cause you're brainwashed

Trade you for somebody who ain′t brainwashed

We don't want your ass 'cause you′re brainwashed

Pop pop leave his brain washed

You a brainwashed n***a

I don′t know what y'all on

Just leave me the f*ck alone

Every day another sucker′s born

What the f*ck was your mother on

Some of that propaganda fluid

I seen it all before that's how I knew it

Dehumanize an entire population before extermination

And the whole nation claps when you do it

(Clap clap clap)

Your loyalties lie with the vultures

They sent you hear to infiltrate the culture

Greg Poppovich is how they coach you

Soldier soul to be a soldier got it

Product of that MK ultra

I′m knowing the enemies in the building

Hey hey there he goes right there

He looks like us he's a chameleon

Go get that n***a man

You a brainwashed n***a

In the race draft ′cause you're brainwashed

Trade you for somebody who ain't brainwashed

We don′t want your ass ′cause you're brainwashed

Head shots to the brain

You a brainwashed n***a

In the race draft ′cause you're brainwashed

Trade you for somebody who ain′t brainwashed

We don't want your ass ′cause you're brainwashed

Pop pop leave his brain washed

You a brainwashed n***a

Yeah man I picked up this goddamn magazine this rap magazine

Nigga on the cover looking like he

Ain't black faced (come brain washed)

Some of you street niggas brainwashed too

Only point your gun at another black person

You′re doing their dirty work

Malcolm X died for your sins

Doctor King died for your sins

Makavelli died for your sins gold jewels on your entire limbs

Chrome shoes on your Benz tire rim ridiculed by your friends

Viewing life through the Empire′s lens

Fuck boy give peace a chance John Lennon

But I'm surrounded by these Don Lemons

See them on the news making excuses for all the executions

Blind man see the phony fry in him

I′m hoping God with him when the ride

Sent him six shots in him Glock spin him

Like a spinning top then he stops grinning

Gotta show your teeth tuck your shirt by the gooch buckle

No nuts hang but the boy got a moose knuckle

Emasculate our identity that's the new struggle

Then they disarm us ′till we harmless as a cute chuckle