Its all the same shit
Momma birth me from the sky said make a wave kid
I aint the moon or sun but do create movement
Mad drugs numb sense make disillusion
Dip off and dissipate when things do cave in
White hippy rock docs with red laces
Slap em in the face and explain the impatience
Work jobs with low payment
Never really mattered, been the same since
Feelin like its sanctioned im sittin in the same pit
Pissed off in the same cup that tow mater piston
We aint machines or human beings, somewhere in between
Never had a chance to make it so we drop our dreams
The 9 to 5, the 40 hours for some peasantry
Dont cap a lot talking bout you work as hard as we
Im readin Lenin and the red book for philosophy
Exuberant the rhyme instead of what is commonly
Seen inside your tv or iphone b
You make a mockery, you talk a lot awfully
Hot coffee pot what im droppin on the poverty
A funny line to detract from whats possibly
Worse than a new track he spittin audibly
Free Palestine, god willin Allah be
Wish i could move the sands of time,
Right back to my first rhyme,
‘Fore i sold my first dime
Skirt from 12 at night time
Never in my right mind
So you catch me movin left
Above the middle line,
Treble clef
Aint no false pretense
Money for no reverends
Revel in the spirit of the common sense
Money from the conscious rap,
It dont make no Common cents
Commandeer the fancy whip
Like its back in 86
Born in 99
Flashin cameras, lights divine
Who gon make these choices,
Who be left to die?
Aint for me to go decide
Devilish the force of rhymes
Revertin to the old scheme
Never second-guess yourself,
Thats what brodie told me
If you get it and you got it,
That shit hard to see
Sittin hiddin in the shadows like im tom clancy
Raisin all you niggas, really need some plan b
Never failed, no plankton, never need the plan z
Pansy,
Pussy nigga run, accountability
Scary,
Hop up off the network, i be solar flarin
Drop an EMP, on a new EP
Then I feel at ease
Pushin EZ-Peas
Like what year are we?
2022 AD
Drivin to the racks like my name KD
Ratio
I aint talkin twitter tho
Breakin right up out the mold
Know i aint the type to fold