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