OK, some light housekeeping,
I’m waking y’all up, cos y’all sleeping,
Who give a fuck ‘bout a garden of Eden?
Who give a fuck about what Greenwald’s tweetin’,
Cos we eatin’, in fact y’all we’re speaking,
I finally released my app
So get off my back,
Baby, take a comfortable seat, then.
I recommend a chair, where you can sit upright,
I want to be the gentle voice by your ear at night,
Just kidding, but nah for real, by your own lights,
I want to plant a flag there,
If there’s a there there and it feels right
So what remains?
Consciousness and all it’s contents,
I’m juggling 33 projects,
Struggling with all the mob threats,
Conversations for the progress,
In silence, the answer’s are obvious
Let us retreat, we’ll all be complete,
It will all be clear to us in context.
Or not, I don’t give a fuck,
By dint of your own bad luck,
We could stack the deck for you,
But I doubt that that’d be enough.
We thought was a rainbow light through a prism,
Instead is a mental prison, where you win
If you’re the biggest victim.
We hate it too,
but it’s ineffective
Other moves are available to you,
Please expect them,
Don’t accept ‘em,
Baby, Reject ‘em,
And wreck them, and use your conversation skills to envelope and
protect those who need our love. Who need our help.
Let me see if I can sharpen this up a bit,
Baby, don't lose your head, don't quit.
- Hip-hop & Rap