Occupy Hip-Hop

Every week Eris, are you gonna do this?
Until Then
I don't think you niggas have a clue
You don't know what Hip-Hop mean
Yeah
Protest

Heartless, brainless, two body parts
You will need for the art of war, you're not as smart
Still breed like a carnivore, choose not to starve
Through the corridor, hip hop is a Zuccotti Park
Shit here, sleep here, occupy the booth
I told 'em I was just chillin, why not the truth
I'm short a few screws, nothin shy bout the loot
Fly from the roots, imma die in a suit
I'm still amazed, y'all just taking a lot of space
The type of love these niggas showing you's a lot of hate
That's why this man's best friend is a lot of cake
Shoot for the stars, if you only got one shot to take, nigga
This is a spectator sport
Takeover the game that imma detonate in thought
I dare you protest, with those dictator thoughts
That's when I apply pressure and my resume's forced
I used to feel like I sent here from another planet
I followed guidelines, emphasizing ones demanded
Sometimes life throws a curve, or an under hand pitch
But why I'm still underground, I don't understand it
Still a small world looking at it magnified
'Stead of tryna be the best, focus on the classifieds
Pacify my rap supply, nigga that's a lie
Apple pie, couldn't get made from a Macintosh
Cut loose, I'm the one they stuck to
Talk is cheap, sucks too, bet it with a buck tooth
They saying I'm getting cute, and they tell me mutha fuck you
But when you're cute, all the shawties wanna fuck you
Thirsty for a buzz, and whatever's in the cup's proof
Liquor touched the mind, but normally I duck goose
She heard a couple lines, now escorting me to pluck boots
Wave the game goodbye, 'cause you forcing me to chuck deuce
We are the 99 precent of the rappers
Not signed, mighty fine, but inclined to get a check
The real talent's here, writing lines, don't exempt
Started my own war fighting crimes won't prevent
You say you run the city, so we take it ya gate
If niggas wanna riot then we say it in ya face
Couldn't take the squares, so we staying in our place
They tried to push me out, but came back the same day
Their pockets not mine, so they blame it on the bank
Can't change the system, that's the way it as made
It don't pay for a thanks, I give thanks that I'm paid
I just prayed for this food, and this food becomes prey
Lyrics are the match, every beat is the kerosene
Living out an actual dream, death on a balance beam
Still in my element, guess it's just valance thing
I'm the king, but who knows what them ballots bring

Ugh, Eris
Until Then