fuck the man

ride with the best ur gonna get messed up
yo ass'll be possessed & arrested
u gonna get fucked coz ur body's stuck between
a fatty and a fat stack, pass the magic
free limes on the go, make it a hat trick -
flowen elastic from my phat candle stick
i'm good at picken it up where I left off
overflowen with sauce, not lost; but pissed
off at the money they're costen me; for stupid shit

can't keep listenin to the old white motherfuckers
tellen us we they outta luck coz they got 10 mil
fewer than b4
meanwhile my friends can't afford food at thedollah store
there aint no houses any more
& they're comben the streets for the poor
putten em all behind locked doors
it's sick & twisted
I think bout the boondocks & I miss it

you in the suits better get with it
coz we comen to your house
you're the elephant and i'm the mouse
we aint here for trouble, just want to browse
take back what's ours & stick a knife in your mouth
I heard that's how they do it down south

a dollar is one hundred more pennies than you deserve
you wanna make a buck instead of earn it
you want to sell knowledge instead of learn it
don't want to read a book, you wanna burn it

a dollar is one hundred more pennies than you deserve
you wanna make a buck instead of earn it
you want to sell knowledge instead of learn it
don't want to read a book, you wanna burn it

creep up on the creepiest of the big freaks
seein motherfuckers with sharpened teeth
better to eat meat with
better to sleep with
better to keep this to yourself
the way you stole all our wealth
behind our backs in stealth
& now we can't afford to buy back our health
so we're sick & we're missen it
& we're kissen it goodbye; you threw out our style
while sticken it up our asses,
...gonna be a fucken warbetween the classes

rafael and the cts three

this isn't a particularly good rap, but it's an actual email i sent to my bosses, and that's what counts.

there's a guy named rafael who works the csc
he sits over there by you and over there by thee
he doesn't bother anyone, least of all me
but sometimes he makes a ticket with the wrong group id

he won't work cts. he says he doesn't like it
but one time he said yes, so before that night hit
we had him added to the reich so he would have the right
to see what we're doing and contribute his might, shit
he handles emails so fast with his unbeatable skill
that by the end of the month he breaches nearly nil
but the speed that he works at comes with a price
when the inbox is full and the pressure is thrice
he may type too fast or miss a click with his mice
getting every detail right is a roll of the dice

my request to you is to limit the factors
that rafael must deliver to us silly crackers
but not for him so much as us, because the fact is
when he puts the wrong group it skews our stats's's

CIVIL APATHY

READ THIS ESSAY READ THIS ESSAY
READ THIS ESSAY READ THIS ESSAY

hush little baby don't say a word
the war will be over when the others learn
the fault is their's, and they took our jobs
don't blame your country that you've been robbed
you don't own a home, but another owns five
just be thankful that you're still alive
you have food to eat, and your rent is made
but that's not important if your tax aint paid

apathy is the mind of the state
incurred in times when things were great
it seemed there were no worries in the world
our parents got rich as the planet twirled
watch as the waste of their gain is unfurled
and over a mountain your pension is hurled
they taught us to be quiet and our vision is mired
we continue down their path; sheep uninspired
but this round the wealth is for another empire
with thugs for hire of our own attire
who desire nothing more than to fly a little higher
agents of the selfish motto of our times
lending themselves to stop alleged crimes
that might open eyes to the path of the just
who live their lives not conceding to lust

i went outside for a walk, and to drink my gin
i see the block is festering with everybody's sin
by the curb hoods are kickin' it; they're up to no good
on the corner heads is pickin' up girls who dress lewd
there's no surprise in my eyes. i see it every day
but there's a pie in the sky saying find a better way
is it impossible now? have the ways run too deep?
to turn around how the people here all fell asleep
like lost sheep now forgotten their moral decline
was on a steep slope so rotten it abhorred the divine
i can't look at myself because i know i'm no better
than their debt or their lead or the dead trend setter
who killed heads in their beds and then wrote a letter
before he killed himself too sayin that he'd get their
hides again in hell, not locked up in a cell
so sound the church bell cus it's time to say farewell
to michelle, miguel, darnell, and isabelle

blood and justice it just is what is
called for when shit gets too fucked up this
world constructed a court inducted
to service our love for blood and justice

if we say the streets are dirty we're obliged to look up
at the heights of floor thirty where they're cookin up
plans to wipe their hands of the blood that we shed
to save their cred and name brands like lovers unwed
face the dread of some discovering their baby now dead
we all know they're the mothers of the plots to our end
they pay the bills that they give us and pretend to be our friends
but they kill the ones who live up to higher ideals
who reveal that our meals are wriggling with eels
there to shock us if we trigger any thoughts of escape
hounds on our heels as we run for freedom and fate
i gotta get out of here before my soul gets raped

blood and justice it just is what is
called for when shit gets too fucked up this
world constructed a court inducted
to service our love for blood and justice

baby pass the Spike All Purpose All Natural Seasoning
what i say in this mic is all for this natural reasoning
to bring a bland meal to life in the absence of a wife
hairy hands lack the love to guide flavour through the knife
mashed potatoes without garlic and my bread has gone cold
no tomatoes in my fridge cause they go bad after they're sold
boiled gray mush will do, thank you
pass the Spike baby before this turns blue

is it treason to a season to ignore its timely fruit?
should i be locked away today because i aint got the loot
to stand out from the crowd and shout aloud that i'm gourmet?
i'm just a simple man simple things will toot my flute
all alone without taste in a world that sells flavour
i gotta learn to baste if i want food to savour
it's too much for me so i'll just ask you a favour
pass the Spike baby; you're a life saver

i don't want a car to drive to the market
i'll never pave my way away from this tar pit
i'm stuck here today, but the future aint far kid
when we'll all be stuck this way, and the taste will be charred shit
trading silk for milk so you can feed your babies
fending off the ilk that want to spread their rabies
i'm sitting in my pit eating Spike with hay tea
so baby pass my mic cause i got a strike to lay here