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A Victim of the System
Yo I got to spit some real shit that I can see, it’s a disease spreading across countries seas and history,
Greed corrupt schemes and the fabricated American dream,
Perpetuating parallels between Hitler’s Germany and our soon to be police state,
It’s foreseen not foreplay its first degree rape of an ignorant population,
Trust me after this you will be scared of masturbation, for telling you this I may face assassination
But it’s worth it to me, I’ll bleed for the greater good, unlike these fuckers who established and placed you in the hood,
Put themselves up in style, boarded up in continuous denial but my dictation is official and final
They are superficial and fake, and pass my raps off as superstitious conditions about the fictitious lies we are livin’
Listen, Their vindictive mission forced me into this position, my backs against the partition, I’m left with my intuition and I think of demolition,
How else can we escape this fate they so sinisterly scripted?
The wake of my quake will rattle and shake your opinion till it breaks and you’re ready for battle,
Done of being herded and mislead like cattle,
“I won’t be suppressed” yelled like the first continental congress who addressed the same distress we face this very decade, its literally insane.
This is no game but if treated this way I may go GTA through the suburbs
Spray and subvert all the cohorts of sorts to your master plan, Segway the courts,
Invade your fort and see if you’re a good sport when you face the consequences of being cataclysmic asshole,
It’s a known I am overly aggressive, maybe obsessive, but don’t say I was too late when your fate comes up for debate I’m not the one who made it this way,
Greed corrupt schemes and the fabricated American dream,
Perpetuating parallels between Hitler’s Germany and our soon to be police state,
It’s foreseen not foreplay its first degree rape of an ignorant population,
Trust me after this you will be scared of masturbation, for telling you this I may face assassination
But it’s worth it to me, I’ll bleed for the greater good, unlike these fuckers who established and placed you in the hood,
Put themselves up in style, boarded up in continuous denial but my dictation is official and final
They are superficial and fake, and pass my raps off as superstitious conditions about the fictitious lies we are livin’
Listen, Their vindictive mission forced me into this position, my backs against the partition, I’m left with my intuition and I think of demolition,
How else can we escape this fate they so sinisterly scripted?
The wake of my quake will rattle and shake your opinion till it breaks and you’re ready for battle,
Done of being herded and mislead like cattle,
“I won’t be suppressed” yelled like the first continental congress who addressed the same distress we face this very decade, its literally insane.
This is no game but if treated this way I may go GTA through the suburbs
Spray and subvert all the cohorts of sorts to your master plan, Segway the courts,
Invade your fort and see if you’re a good sport when you face the consequences of being cataclysmic asshole,
It’s a known I am overly aggressive, maybe obsessive, but don’t say I was too late when your fate comes up for debate I’m not the one who made it this way,
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