i'm not an over self righteous emcee
use the mic to fly a kite despite the spitefully
outright idiotic vermin who wanna start a fight with me
grand jurys inditen me, and the trite wack rappas who
would gladly stick a knife in me
im talkin shit delightfully
that could be the liquor, beer, weed, pills or the wine in me
fuck the american blight stripping my rights from me
and all these rap copycats, i call em siamese
stipped down butt naked just to take a domestic flight
it was a trip outside my head and i got in late last night
back from my dreams to the obscene and overextreme
evil gleam in the screen cause it completed its scheme
internet censorship brought to you by the cia and google
collecting data on every slave and calculating how he is useful
dispute the proof because your blind to the truthful

but shiiiiit im unnnnuusuuuaaaall

back on the cypher, losin control
poppin pills and bumpin 25 lighters
ignite a thought to get inside my head
so i grabbed a knife, but then realised
i need a more perculiar and precise device
somethin filled with life
so i can gather my thoughts
eat a bowl of remorse top off with hot sauce
venemous reptiles with fake smiles and sharp claws
wanna rip me off, they thinkin my skin is soft
flip em off, light up a square and thats that
microphone acrobat, got these cats settin traps
cause they get mad my raps shine like buffed hubcaps
and the shit just slaps like the twin towers collapse
it gets stuck in your head like the thought of relapse
like thoughts of suicide after takin prozak
talking heads moving pictures glamor no facts

but im inuuuusuaaall know that

from the fiens and the junkies
to the vaccines grown on the bodies of dead rotten monkeys
pumped up with mercury to be mind numbing
flooding into public schools and third would countries
systematic genocide sterile soft kill methods
police and military used as corporate leverage
i need some weed and a fucking cold beverage
before i divorce this country like 3/4th's of its marriages
save the worst for the last
fly past the fake ass snakes lay awake in the grass
not even the hand of gods fate could save their ass
it's too late destiny has been embedded in slate
in the future we can suture up the ashes of these late great
united states
and it might be unusual
but there's no more fuckin debate.