24hrs (Media rage) (feat. Whycliff & Capital Swank)

(Little sister might stab you with stilettos)
(Pistol in my lap while I'm riding through the ghetto)

I can't fuck with this age of media rage it's cynical
Machine is getting nervous nowadays we keep it spiritual
Keep working hard I can't rely on miracles
Bangers while I rhyme speaking my mind my ritual
Posting pictures on our page to wash away our guilt
Every time we turn our heads another black man is killed
Poisoning our kids youths eyes have been filled
With role models on the piss and idolising taking pills
False prophets false gods they message hollow
Talking bout a brighter future but can't make it to tomorrow
Step in line walking blind don't know who to follow
All you motherfuckers is sheeple, here's a pill to swallow
You ain't making any changes with a Facebook post
I can see it's just a reason for motherfuckers to boast
Shouts out to the people, who are doing the most
Indie club going global, moving coast to coast

All hours You ain't need it all hours baby
Woah now Baby, baby slow down
Talk bout We don't to talk bout baby
Woah now What you know bout
All hours You ain't need it all hours baby
Woah now Baby, baby slow down
Talk bout We don't to talk bout baby
Woah now What you know bout

(Little sister might stab you with stilettos)
(Pistol in my lap while I'm riding through the ghetto)

Ayo Asshole swank, dreadhead assassin
Two hidden blades to ya neck now what happened
Now Take a step back while I access
All the information to freeze all ya assets
I'm stealing all ya rolllin' supplies to crush e'm up
And make us all up some edible pies, and...
I think the crust a little to soft
I only spent a couple bucks on the butter at cost but...
We get that we switch that then stack a couple more inside leather coats with the loud packs
They all sit and want me to finish but I'm bout to flip the script on e'm just like gymnast
But don't try to hide I'll find ya
You green with envy like ya name was Tommy Olivier
See that's a reference that went over ya head
That's for the nerds so they know that metaphors ain't dead

All hours You ain't need it all hours
(I can't fuck with this age of media rage) slow down
Talk bout We don't to talk bout baby
Woah now What you know bout

All hours You ain't need it all hours baby
Woah now Baby, baby slow down
Talk bout We don't to talk bout baby
Woah now What you know bout

(Little sister might stave you with stilettos)
I can't fuck with this age of media rage
(Pistol in my lap while I'm riding through the ghetto)
Machine is getting nervous nowadays we keep it spiritual