Maqam Rast

He bout to rap again
The Black Jacobin
Acting as if the classics of Plato were Black Nationalist
Could be an activist, you might know me
The type to organize some workers but just keep it lowkey
Behead the caliph, mae rafaqi, we never settle for less
We keep the metal, the barrel say Hello, might echo, the gun at your chest
The peace abruptly just ends, when they see what I can do with a paper and pen
Then they concede
But that's absurdism, like I'm Albert Camus
But ain't no Next Lifetime, Erykah Badu
Still watch cartoons, cause they're more human than America
At least Blues Clues and Scooby Doo weren't terrorists
At least the Flinstones didn't enslave a whole race
Neglect a whole state, who's really trapped up in the stone age?

Is America becoming a Third-World country?

We in cahoots with Marxists, the left and the workers
How the man said he spread that message rural to urban?
From Greeks and Germans to Sikhs in Turbans, the policy is perfect
Comradery of the hermits

Re-verse and we back it up a little how
All of these reactionaries speak what they don't know about
We hear it now, gun sounds and mortars and bombs
And neolibs with bubbles of a booming dot com
Salam, it's none of that
People like, "Where the money at?"
Evil ties into fun facts
Where the needle lies in a haystack
It's payback, for what?
People be acting deceitful
It's lethal but little bit see through
The slaves still thinkin they need you



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Agara
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