Silenceisgolden

Ya'll traded in the black fist for big chips, pay a negro well and he'll keep his lips zipped
I've witnessed the rise and demise of a culture, so alarming that I get dumb looks for non-conformance
Like I'm supposed to be some ignorant ass rapper, ball player, drug dealer, or gun clapper
Free your mind and your ignorance will cease, be blind and your ignorance will feast
On a soul that will be lost forever, Miley got your attention you have to admit that broad is clever
So is Satan, he got you thinking he ain't here
Demons steady running up in schools when the coast is clear
You watch the news and then turn away, all the while headed to the gun range
Practice makes perfect yea we get that, but is your soul full of light or is it Riddick, pitch black

Fool what you holding, you better not fold when the pressure explodes
And your soul you'll owe when the reaper is chosen
As long as the money keeps flowing silence is golden

No more climbing and riding the fence pic a side dawg
Not rhyming and calling you bitch all jokes aside doll
When the drama goes down ain't gonna be nowhere to hide ya'll
Where will your soul reside when Babylon falls
Being left behind is not my intentions, your non-belief doesn't stop the fathers mission
Beware of them sick ones and sitcoms, preachers of L.A. you dismissed dawg
Ya'll leading the population into the pit of hell
Hanging on Hollywood corners where them demons dwell
In this day and age I swear nothing is sacred, when his foot hits the Mount of Olives we gonna retake it
Some call it a myth, you're either with or against
I'm trying to make it evident in the flows I spit
To some it will sink in, some will just hit the hay with this pen in hand call me the black Hemmingway

Fool what you holding, you better not fold when the pressure explodes
And your soul you'll owe when the reaper is chosen as long as the money keeps flowing silence is golden

I traded in the black fist for multi-cultural relationships, now everybody seems pissed
The fight is not with flesh and blood remember your calling
You dodging hot darts from the one who has fallen
I ain't pointing fingers just flowing conversation at the same time dealing with my own condemnations
The flesh is weak but who's willing. How do you tell a scientist that needs proof that faith is truth
Mission impossible, so keep it moving now and spread more seed on proving ground
Inspiration 101 I'm your tutor now, encouragement 203 let me spread some more seeds
Underground emcees forget about your wealth, step your game up spit about something else
Rap is an art tap into your stealth, you might hit that gold like Michael Phelps

Fool what you holding, you better not fold when the pressure explodes
And your soul you'll owe when the reaper is chosen
As long as the money keeps flowing silence is golden