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Caveat Ego


Well to those of y'all who don't give a damn...this shit hits closer to home than you know.

Tick, tick, tick, tick,

Tick, tick, tick, tick,

Ti-ti-tick, tick, tick

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Turn 29 in a week but still lackin' that sweet heat

The kinda life you wanna get playin' on repeat

Hadda suffer through ten years of awkward defeats

Alienatin' my generation, forgot to ask for the receipt

Lookin' down the barrel at ten more, still won't make me complete

Hadda look into my own eyes, realize my own deceit

Thought I'd be there by now, but hadda beat a full retreat

Dividing wheat from the chaff and fillin' up my spreadsheets

I'm offbeat, semisweet, ragin' against the proud elite

Decryin' injustice just-as-I-see-it from the narrow street

My words be every bit as dense as reinforced concrete

An' every bit as friendly as a 226 under the rumble seat

(Now then...)

I watch the gang-rape of these

United States go unabated

Each day as I relate the state of decay, weight of what I say

Seems underrated

Now most days I jus' spray and pray

Let the chips fall where they may

Hewing to the line of consciousness

I see just where my hubris gets me

(Mic check!)

Sneak into your mind and stay there, tucked away

We takin' serious damage to the hull from wadin' into this fray

But I remain unapologetic as I call for mayday

Slip up and remember that in the end it all just fades away

But be aware now of the point that be I demarcatin' to ya

That little voice that always seem to exacerbate the truth yeah

Precipitatin' awareness of the soul that tesselates in perfect union

More power for change than a fistful o' mercury fulminate—kaboom, hah

Caveat ego!

Beware the treacherous self

The questing for wealth

That turns men's hearts

Away from themselves

I see and hear it everywhere

And you know

I get my fair share, swear I'm in a nightmare

All my prayers become despair...

(Hey yo)

Who in the hell is listening to me up there?

Used to get a slight sensation somebody almost dared to care

Straight psychological warfare, my dreams wearin' threadbare

Last Coke in the desert but see it's really a family affair

Now I believe in states of being I cannot see or taste

Believe that all the senseless bloodshed is a shameful kind of waste

These wars of aggression we wagin', well they all can be retraced

To a greed borne from power-lust—but people cannot be replaced

Everything else don't really mean much...and now we be disgraced

Don't walk away while I be talkin' girl, you always in such haste

I'm already at second base but I can see your mind has been erased

That was the final coup de grace so now I, rest my case

(Later)

Media news, abusin' facts like it's gon' outta style

You know they lyin' to your face and laughin' all the while

They makin' up the worst shit, turnin' brother on brother,

Lookit how they do—man we be runnin' for cover

Every time you get ahead, well they manage to trump ya

Gene pool gridlock, yeah it's bumper to bumper

They know everything about you, dog it's murder by number

How much longer we gotta face they Machiavellian hunger?

“Fear the terrorists!” ...man, you got nothin' to fear

Your love is carvin' out a path, and now you're in the clear

So go ahead and tell me what it is that you hold dear

Love o' money—gonna find out it's insincere

Workin' every minute, be a bit more austere

Cashmere, movie premier, the newest footgear

Thinkin' you're aight wit' yo fancy career

But none o' y'all ever be like Stephen Colbeah

Makin' more in ten seconds sellin' nuts than y'all do in a year

And fuckin' Samuel Jackson, don't even get me started on him here

I know what's in YOUR wallet, dog you a bazillioneah

Sellin' out your soul for $$ and you jus' don't care

Anyway, it all just gon' disappear

Car insurance, bank fees, fuckin' racketeers

Y'all be thinkin' back to your money with souvenirs

All your shiny crap from China, dog you a gadgeteer

I see you, wearing yo' new Google-tech bandolier

So you can order pizza an' a cold case of beer

Delivered to your house, like a fuckin' vizier

But while you ridin' round yellin' at folks like Paul Revere

Imagine those whose lives are meager, let's say down in Niger

Boko Haram and ebola, yet they still persevere

You do the exercise right, jus' might shed a little tear

(So check it)

Uh, how we gonna get to how it used to be?

I ain't the only one left down here with eyes to see

Times be arrangin' themselves from bad to worse

Hope you got a hearse stashed in that designer purse

(you gonna need it)

Crazy idea but take it from a stone-cold emcee

Broke the mold with me, when it came to my delivery

I like to think we'll all get there eventually

Even the high-rollers rolling round the street in humvees

Even the high tokers leaving behind a trail of debris

Give me a wry joke for every idiosyncrasy

And on a sly note I feel that you'll surely agree

I wonder why don't you ever get a hand for free

Guess that I won't encourage curiosity

I'll take a dry scone and maybe a little glass of Chablis

I hate to condone but you know it comes naturally

Don't let it be known I'm hangin' with the bourgeoisie

Well it's my fine flow rollin' like the waves on the sea

I be your dynamo, revvin' electricity

I be like van Gogh an' move you with my reverie

But now I be gon' hit y'all with my apogee

Climax is the fact is we all backed into a corner

Income tax is whacked we gettin' jacked—a slower form of torture

Cash for gold, cash for souls, blood for oil and it's hate week

Taking a toll, workin' the flagpole, how we toil with the doublespeak

Flag's at half mast, terror in perpetuity

Our concern's half-assed, so we preserve its continuity

Suspectin' our own kin, our neighbors, our in-laws

Dirty brown or yellow bastards, the traitors, we gotta stand strong

America the free—yea—America the brave

Yo I don't know about you but lately I'm feeling more like a slave

Each day I'm traded on the open market

And my social becomes green in some fat cat's pocket

The wealth of a nation is its people, boy you better believe

That money is us but you can bet we ain't never gon' receive

And you don't have to concede the point, 'cause they still gonna thieve

Their sick goals they achieve, their conscience on sick leave...people, please!

Yo I ain't makin' this shit up, fakin' this shit up

You know I couldn't if I tried, it's way too breathtakin'

The lawmakin' sons of bitches overtakin' and undertakin'

Criminal intent is groundbreakin' and painstakin'

The muckrakin' sons of bitches jus' makin' my heart breakin'

Don't mistake 'em for humans, that be a dangerous allegation

Watch them drive like Bowie's demons from station to station

They got the lid down tight on their whole operation

Get in their way, sweet Jesus, they give you a permanent vacation

And so now the whole nation occasions a kind of sedation

A stagnation owing to automation and stagflation

A deadly combination...requiring heavy contemplation

Upon which I could do for y'all a whole dissertation

To ask a single question with some amount of vexation

“Where my country gone?” and now I gotta use quotations

The country's dead, Jim—and there ain't no defibrillation

No federal cardiopulmonary resuscitation

Ain't no amount of legislation that could bring a restoration

No stimulation package gonna undo this gross molestation

Of freedom lost, just ask the last generation

They was raised on the implication of lies, lives lived in desperation

We talk about immigration, should be talkin' immolation

Set fire to the fuckers who are behind the fluoridation

At the very least hit 'em all with expatriation

Must be some nation willing to stomach their kind of globalist internationalization

Get rid of all their secret programs, their North Atlantic Treaty Organization

National fuckin' Aeronautics and Space Administration

Federal Bureau of Investigation, Department of Transportation

(Fuck it)

Don't bother with the postmortem examination

It true they suffer from a kind of character assassination

A dogged self-determination; they got that special education

Hell-bent on the misappropriation of our every vocation

(Listen to me now)

I speak to you with a certain kinda indignation

Truth is the situation lacks explanation

So I guess this be the time of great tribulation

Prophesy unfolding for your consideration

Maybe it's the end of our civilization

But I think not, I'm personally all for cohabitation

Do unto others, the only real emancipation

I look forward to every single harmonization

I give humility and love a standing ovation

I make every effort to vibe on a sympathetic vibration

By their light may we see past all the disinformation

And all the prestidigitation of the fuckin' corporations

Fuckin' insiders trading inside fuckin' information

CEO's with coke habits and nitrogen fixations

They did try to warn us about industrialization

All we got was debtors, smog, and acid precipitation

Maybe next time we'll be smart and see the correlation

Next stop from here is complete nuclear devastation

A zillion megazaps of gamma radiation straight to your location

See me fused against the wall: a gray shadow wid a gray carnation

And it's not that I care much about vaporization

But I'd really miss the chance for further improvisation

Anyhow bitch I ain't eligible for workman's compensation

So at the last may my enumerations afford an accurate self-representation

Tick, tick, tick, tick,

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Ti-ti-tick, tick, tick

Tick, tick, tick...

*all credit for the beats to Kyu Tracks, http://kyu-tracks.com


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