[Verse 1: G. Winnard]
If you put a beat to my head and then pull the trigger
I’m gonna paint the wall with exactly what's on my brain like I was Kurt Cobain
Insane membrane pain came, I fought through it
Well the main vein don’t change, man, I'll stick to it
While I'm spinning syllables into the pages of a college syllabus
Ridiculous, rickety rhetoric I'm sick of it
Wishing the politicians would listen to rhyme and reason
Believing in what I'm seeing, they're murderers, lies, and thievers
Thinking about the end of the world... will we even notice?
Zombies in a black hole walking a burning tight rope
I smell smoke, I might choke, while the government hopes that I drop soap
You say "yes," I say "nope," I say "gross," you say "dope."
Kicking their tricks into high gear, the end of beginnings is right here
Flip it around and we’re bleeding in time
Too ticked to talk
Watch the shot clock, the slam dunk, with no luck, it’s all skill
With no-dream reality, princes and principalities
Lookin' around the broken street and I’m wondering
Huh...what happened?
[Verse 2]
Mortuary in the flow, killin', pushin' up daisies
I speak what’s on my mind, 'cause nobody is gonna pay me
For my two cents, which makes sense, I guess...
Wasting away while waiting for some resemblance of consciousness
Try to make logic of madness, you wind up losing your mind
I couldn't count on a hundred hands the many times that I tried
Sliding the piece across the table and wondering if you should try
Unlock the door of your mind. Just look outside, and I'll bet you'll find
A modern-day Vietnam after the dropped bombs
Lost cause, masquerading as the host at the gala ball
Chasin' and racin' after the faces, embracin'
All the abrasive relations of an obsessive creation
Yellin' out "Brace yourself, erase yourself, and conceal the identity"
Forsaking decency, embracing racist ideology
Psychology shrinking the self-worth of a nation
Erasing all the traces, wasting white-wash in a septic system
Facing the problem's not an option, rather be poppin' pills
Pulling wool over your eyes, convince yourself that it isn't real
Insidious isn't it? Listenin' to the sizzlin'
Of original lyrics without a soul understanding him
Take a minute to get it I promise you won't regret it
Everything else is just a sedative waiting for an exit
Everything else is just a sedative waiting for an exit
[Verse 3: Gmb1t]
Somebody grab the riot gear:
Spears and pikes and years of strife behind
Here's a mic, you use it right and you might be fine
Next in line to sniff the ricin line
Government will heist your mind if you speak with hypes and rhymes
Blood trickle down the street where the fickle meet
Let the richer speak let the speaker be appeased
Only reason they're in congress so the voters could believe
The country may succeed, you bunch of freaks
Remember the fourth century? Sack of the Romans like
Sacagawea's people; ravaged and massive evils
All these gunshots, passin' blankets infected with smallpox
Government's impotent but history calls shots
A nice bronze calf, blondes laughing pause facts
For the small fact that repast is just all snacks
No nutritional value and no additional vitamins
No substantiated heightened sense of healthy enlightenment
We’re a poor people with a great God
Unreformed faiths come replaced but it’s straight posh
Then we watch 'em facepalm as they drop the napalm
So forget about your race it’s a faith war
So forget about your race it’s a faith war
