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Liquid swords and dynamite
Entire generation high
They want me rap a lullaby
But my vocab is hella tight
Addicted to our cell phones
We gettin too much screen time
The youth are stayin inside
While talking over face time
We hate the fucking government
But when confronted loving it
Our values have plummeted
They've plummeted to Trump
Fuck this mother fucker
Man his whole family dumb
But still take Melania
And I'd motorboat her muff
I'm only offering because you look like you need fucked
Plus the chef is in the kitchen he be always cooking up
Spit is dripping on my paws
Bitch I'm hungry oh my god
I rock these bars with lyricism
Think em up an then I shit em
You waited for a minute
Now I'm coming get it finished
I'm Rested feel replenished
But the chef is just beginning
Welcome to my shadowbox
My brain is lost in paradox
Someone help me find the key
I know i seem unorthodox
Go go malachai, motherfucker soarin high
I go by the chef, motherfucker cookin death
It used to be you popped a bully if he started shit with you
Now the youth just grab a gun an empty up a clip or two
As a country maybe we should focus on important views
Like global warming, mass shootings, addressing them is overdo
United States of Apathy
Dependin on the pharmacy
They got us all hooked
And it turned out to a tragedy
But honestly a strategy
For all of those companies
For all of those politicians
And all the private industries
Home of the brave but bruh I'm scared of Walmart
Im afraid of getting shot so Im shoppin in my armor
Entire generation high
They want me rap a lullaby
But my vocab is hella tight
Addicted to our cell phones
We gettin too much screen time
The youth are stayin inside
While talking over face time
We hate the fucking government
But when confronted loving it
Our values have plummeted
They've plummeted to Trump
Fuck this mother fucker
Man his whole family dumb
But still take Melania
And I'd motorboat her muff
I'm only offering because you look like you need fucked
Plus the chef is in the kitchen he be always cooking up
Spit is dripping on my paws
Bitch I'm hungry oh my god
I rock these bars with lyricism
Think em up an then I shit em
You waited for a minute
Now I'm coming get it finished
I'm Rested feel replenished
But the chef is just beginning
Welcome to my shadowbox
My brain is lost in paradox
Someone help me find the key
I know i seem unorthodox
Go go malachai, motherfucker soarin high
I go by the chef, motherfucker cookin death
It used to be you popped a bully if he started shit with you
Now the youth just grab a gun an empty up a clip or two
As a country maybe we should focus on important views
Like global warming, mass shootings, addressing them is overdo
United States of Apathy
Dependin on the pharmacy
They got us all hooked
And it turned out to a tragedy
But honestly a strategy
For all of those companies
For all of those politicians
And all the private industries
Home of the brave but bruh I'm scared of Walmart
Im afraid of getting shot so Im shoppin in my armor
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Writer(s): Malachai Hilt
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