We live in a society where knowledge is second to materials, social media, and other hype. People are blinded by jewelery, cash, and the limelight. People are misled, misguided, and misinformed about their history. Education is key for our future, but truth is needed for our foundation to be sturdy enough for it.
Politrix is only scratching the surface of our problems in this day and age, in this country, in this earth. Not to sound cliche, but our future starts with today. Wise up world.
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I can scribble you the hottest rhymes you ever heard in your life
Where rappers choke, strangle'em like the grip of the vice
but my A&Rs advice is dumb down, play nice
throw masonic symbols and preach im the second coming of Christ
Sacrifice my family for lime lights that glisten
Burn bridges, take his vision (and)
fuck minds like sexual positions
Pamper me with endless materials,
Sh*t that got you hyped, looking type trivial
in realness, im just a serial
It's the return of the Jedi, pierce you with my Red-eye
Analyze you first then let the force hit you like a semi
Teach the weak, then recruit the relentless
Regroup, move out the henchmen and occupy all ya investments
From the City of Babylon,
Where younguns still in diapers cap a Don
and Cats like Viacom compare us to Vietcong
Where 'lets all get all along' is so 70s
Decipher the matrix, realize who the true enemy (is)
I walk with a black hole in my chest, I define metaphysics
Minds so illicit, explicit.. turn a sane man misfit
Rip it like migraines with ice in my veins
Let tears run down, but Oh not for the pain
I raise an eL, for my fallen brothers that I still wonder (about)
Who still hover like lost souls, who fear going under
Those that plundered the thunder of others,
lived and raised hell, even after life - challenged by your own blunder
I raise an "L" for those slimey politicians, Hitler in position
Goon wit a college degree.. but the Kilos is missing
Note the transition, the transmission is static
You judge the fabric, I judge the eyes. Ya insides glow erratic.
Ya systematic, pneumatic minds all gassed up
Until they JFK ya brains in the back of the truck
Ya family yelling its a conspiracy
But the truth you aint fit to see, ya unloading ya lies like histamines
As the world turns, the dimmer it gets
The more blind we become, f*ck the right or the left
Possessed by nonsense, objects without value after death
The same shit that fuels ya desires and causes you to stress
But you rather hear me murk a couple niggas, rip flesh in harmony, fit em in caskets made of Mahogany.
Cement boots, bodies in the trunk so whats its gon be?
A nigga laying dead cause he came for me? NA,
I spit that realrap, that hydrogen peroxide in ya ear wax,
That Mike Black, Peet Caliber ya soul clap
Sizzle ya insides, and out ya ass
Showers of knowledge that you couldnt catch even wit ya mudflaps
Young scraps f*ck ya body of work
Its quality before quantity that builds up ya worth
Ya million mixtapes a year kills most of my buds
I shrug em off though.. Ima pacemaker compare to ya buzz
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