W.W.J.D
I'm all up in this bitch like a tampon
I soak it up in the spot
Your man's strong
But he ain't touching whether we fighting or not
I'm the great opposition
Send your boys to morticians
Give em a face lift to give their lips a happier vision
I'm on a mission
I guess you can consider a heist
To strip the morals from you your kids and your wife
You can hear me walking or riding a bike
Have you heard about our lord and savior Jesus Christ
It's the end of days
Apocalypse
Second coming
Y two K
Twenty twelve
Twenty twenty
It'll be here someday
You just wait it'll be something
You better pray
Pull out your wallets and give me your money
That's called a fast one
Strike fear for the cash run
Might as well have a damn gun
Using Jesus as your ransom
God damn son I'm shocking myself with this shit
Maybe I should buy a church to get a break on my taxes
My flow dont mold to the masses
The masses flow to the mold of a casket
My flow go through molds of led and plastic
Battery acid
Basket being passed in the masses
Mass is being taught in the classes
Classes being taught by the fascist
Fascists holding kids eyelashes
Damn
Think about it a minute
Do you understand the words that I speak when I spit it
I know it sounds so absurd when you heard that they did it
Because you understand the verb when the nouns not in it
Show you the light you can quote it from me
When your own is doing wrong you're turning the other cheek
Is it right
From what I see
You could never do wrong if your part of the family
You talking crazy you cant believe conspiracy
You cant believe all the thing that you see on TV
You cant believe all you read on social media streams
Why does it seem like everybody is lying to me
Maybe it's not
Maybe it's just a plot to separate us from our thoughts
Each other and our moral navigator on a flop
Whenever somebody try to debate us
We have got to realize that we are living how they make us
Land of the free
Home of the lies
The best American dream
That money can buy
If you afford the fee
We got the supply
But if you dont give me the money then your dreams will die
I soak it up in the spot
Your man's strong
But he ain't touching whether we fighting or not
I'm the great opposition
Send your boys to morticians
Give em a face lift to give their lips a happier vision
I'm on a mission
I guess you can consider a heist
To strip the morals from you your kids and your wife
You can hear me walking or riding a bike
Have you heard about our lord and savior Jesus Christ
It's the end of days
Apocalypse
Second coming
Y two K
Twenty twelve
Twenty twenty
It'll be here someday
You just wait it'll be something
You better pray
Pull out your wallets and give me your money
That's called a fast one
Strike fear for the cash run
Might as well have a damn gun
Using Jesus as your ransom
God damn son I'm shocking myself with this shit
Maybe I should buy a church to get a break on my taxes
My flow dont mold to the masses
The masses flow to the mold of a casket
My flow go through molds of led and plastic
Battery acid
Basket being passed in the masses
Mass is being taught in the classes
Classes being taught by the fascist
Fascists holding kids eyelashes
Damn
Think about it a minute
Do you understand the words that I speak when I spit it
I know it sounds so absurd when you heard that they did it
Because you understand the verb when the nouns not in it
Show you the light you can quote it from me
When your own is doing wrong you're turning the other cheek
Is it right
From what I see
You could never do wrong if your part of the family
You talking crazy you cant believe conspiracy
You cant believe all the thing that you see on TV
You cant believe all you read on social media streams
Why does it seem like everybody is lying to me
Maybe it's not
Maybe it's just a plot to separate us from our thoughts
Each other and our moral navigator on a flop
Whenever somebody try to debate us
We have got to realize that we are living how they make us
Land of the free
Home of the lies
The best American dream
That money can buy
If you afford the fee
We got the supply
But if you dont give me the money then your dreams will die
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Writer(s): Steven Escarzaga
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