Installin’ red linen and things like a Communist regime
Puttin’ black marks on dreams like the Stazi behind the scenes
Kamikaze with the red dot, axis of triple beams
I’m rap’s Martin Luther; y’all are just missing kings
So bring the Reformation to the Great Chain of Being
Bottom to the top like a Lambo’s wings
I could shine a light like a lamppost brings
To the street, beat a sword till the anvil sings
Make the puppet dance when the hand pulls strings
Digits busy workin’ so I can’t hold bling
I like my wars cold and my ammo green
And my curtains made of iron so my camo’s clean
Hunkered in my bunker while they try to rock my proxy
Until I let the napalm flash like paparazzi
Yo I’m not a Nazi, but I rule like a fascist
And my base jump for me like the rise of the masses
Ask the middle classes why they call me Bougie B
I rep the proletariat until they truly free
Forget class action, I’mma bring a class war
To they back door, cuz it sound like what they asked for
I’m pressin’ fast forward, blast from the past
Yo forget the fightin’, put the cash in the bag
Democracy’s nice, but it’s only a tool
Cuz we need a corporate sponsor for colonial rule
But I’m more gazpacho than Gestapo
A little less Congo and a little mo’ Morocco
A little more Rothko, put you in a red square
So what if the social fabric’s lookin’ threadbare
I don’t need a J.D. to know you got it bad
But hey, if nothing else, at least you got a lotta swag
I stay swagged out, if you live in a glass house
I’d be careful when all the tear gas is passed out
Watch ‘em ask, ‘Why’d it happen to me?’
Banality of evil while you’re tappin’ your feet
Rappers say they killers and they always droppin’ bombs
But they spend their whole life trapped in the Panopticon
Chorus:
Keep your eyes closed, just focus on the beat
It don’t matter what you think, it don’t matter what you read
Act like it’s a game till the tank’s in the streets
Cuz war is the thing that we do not see (x2)
How can you not see, sittin’ in the hot seat
Six o’clock coverage? Better chance of rollin’ Yahtzee
They say to not speak, no time for dissent
No money in the budget till it’s time for defense
Huh, cut the schools, cuz an educated populace
Is the only option if we ever plan on stoppin’ it
That can’t happen, so bring on more draftin’
More scholarships turn minorities to captains
More hollow ships turn minorities to captives
More hollow tips make minorities inactive
More borrowed gifts as the sorrow shifts
From the killed kids to the killers’ life by the time tomorrow hits
Ask the Parliament, they can take a vote
We got a gulf to bridge, so we better make a rope
Cuz while we’re hangin’, boys are out bangin’
But we focus on the slang ‘stead of fightin’ all the slangin’
Everything is spectacle. We need a pair of spectacles
To keep us highly skeptical cuz we are all susceptible
To all the professionals who tell us what we need to do
And it’s all acceptable, except we all will leave confused
Don’t drink the Freedom Juice, it goes bad quick
Half the Middle East got a taste; now they’re mad sick
I wouldn’t take a sip unless it was home brewed
Domestic always better than imported, home dude
What’s new, better yet what’s news
We’re all playin’ chicken while the fox is in the coup
Got ‘em with a scoop, but that just means better lies
So the revelation won’t be televised
