You wish it was you, don't you — why you asking? Try to break the law of attraction Get a piece of my attention like a fraction of a ration Or a measly little morsel They suck your blood and you believe in the immortals We nocturnal like a sleeping disorder See the water drawing away from the shore This ain't no ordinary storm We fighting for a humanitarian cause But have yet to show up in Darfur The Arab Spring is what it's called But they looking at the pride before the fall They say it ain't about the spoils of war But turn around and tell you how much more the oil will cost Steal the land from the Native American and make our missiles Tomahawks Make him a mascot, dress up like him for sport As a final assault to his beautiful culture Scavengers, feasting on the dead like a vulture Snacking; how you keeping up with my rapping? You barely keeping up with Kardashian You caught up in distraction It's the living proof — you try to make the truth elastic as Mr. Fantastic We recycling these rappers Truthfully, these dudes is plastic Coming through the front door blasting I ain't talking bout them e-mails That you always send to the masses That somehow end up in my trash bin The game is distraction Give a fuck if the President wear a flag pin Rhyming is deep as holes Chilean miners are trapped in Or the cracks in the earth under Asia Minor causing disasters Deep cuts way above your minor infractions Talk to people like children cause that's how they acting Hold their hands like minors in traffic The captains of industry and the leaders of status quo Have a deep-seeded fear of change For them it's strange — they wanna go Back to the 502s, they asking for a return But them days is much blacker, for lack of a better term We adapted to this culture, but this culture we had to learn Came about as as natural as a perm on a pachyderm These fascists have had their turn We passing them German burners, them Lugers The next shooters waiting for Superman, they get nothing but Lex Luthor America's nightmare, vivid as Fred Kruger Our heroes are dead to us Spirit that bled through us Endear us with the spirit but the flow is so foolish What you hearing is precision The people so thirsty, what they seeing is mirages But this passion Photoshopping and your YouTube collages Coming through like Collossus Exposing the false prophet Taught how to do the knowledge so I'm never off-topic A lie is like a potion First it gets you open Then you swallow whole straight for the truth Fuck the chaser, skip religion and the politics And head straight to the compassion Everything else is a distractionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
