1312 (feat. Voidness)

Building havoc from averages
Statistics from businesses
Too exact like taxes is
Ineffective like prison systems
Wearing hazmats for hazards
Convey thoughts for laughter
Like all cops are bastards
I'm dedicated to consistency
And drawing parallels like two lines of symmetry
Do crime for industry, call it law enforcement
Get a badge and mustache then the public will all endorse it
Lines that hit a bit too close for comfort, statists dial back
Like "Oops, wrong number"
In groups we all plunder
Cause anarchy is order
Make the system break like rubbers when we fuck it like some whores
And I was born to think and learned to speak
But discouraged and repurposed to become the sheep
A black panther with the action so when I storm the streets
It's war not peace, organizing, not just boring speech

"In New York state, and this is quite general,
The sentence for being found with possession of marijuana
Is the same as for rape
Rape of a child, you know, burning down a house,
Trying to kill ten people
And a whole bunch of other crimes

Fuck the PD, and CIA
If they saw Jesus he would die in a day
Logical condition to who's vile from praise
Society's a failure but least money is made
I'm getting riled like a sailor when the water changes
I'm a wild kind of heckler sauced on arrangements
Fuck a boss who's makin'
All the calls but ain't shit
When we ball? Courageous
Never fall we baking
We cooking survival methods
Ya gon tell who's in blue up the section
From my peer's view, y'all playin' all these pedestrians
I deal death for em, roll 6 and 7
Dissect who embellish
Turned redish when finally facing
What dies sick,
You sigh, I'll drop you over a side cliff
Duff you, leave you with a wide lip
Kill the rich, make a side dish
"Who ate for years?" Don't remind him
Or supersize him
Slim size but my thoughts big
Innocent man dead, it's daunting
Why I record, gotta load my DAW's in
Creek of my thoughts still longin'
We all wrong but my skin the wrong sin
Stacked odds, no belonging
That red line crossed, why we flossin'
All my niggaz winning won't do the wrong thing
Where we from, enslaved or working mine,s yea we lost kin
Minor problems till we were claimed
I'm team red so you know blue's to blame
They work the rich
Never touching lump sums
Dogs of the state still move for them crumbs
My skin color can't be changed like job roles
But the que from the cumber got us throwing them stones
Y'all best run
Can't call the rich either
Even kill the messenger of leechers

"Because the penalties for crack cocaine
Are a hundred times as high as for powder cocaine
Though it's the same effects and everything else
But it's a class and race difference
Powder cocaine is what they use in the rich suburbs
Crack cocaine is what they use in the black ghettos"

Off the molly, watch out for the symptoms in em
Way too high like rates of recidivism
Finished victims, runaway right until the grimace hit em
Gunplay go "oy vey" like we speakin' Yiddish wit em
Sending out the boondocks to the bourgeois
Glocks throwin' shots makin' ops do the moonwalk
You supporting cops? Might as well lick the boots off
Markets making money off of prisoners and flu shots
And too much profit, reasoning is circular
Engage in theft and then call it civil forfeiture
Arresting foreigners cause they weren't born here
If you're poor then all real options, just disappear