Deskryptik - Airing a Thought Lyrics

It's been a little minute
Since the spic's been spitting
But I've written some ponderings
And the beat hitting
So what's been happening huh
What's the news
More trouble
That's bubbling up who's
Afraid of the wolf
Set to prey on their roof
Every day we confused
What we say is the truth huh
With media feeding us
Based on views
We repeatin' the speel
Of the base we choose
We the same as
The press we laugh at
But not for the views
For yes likes and hashtags
Like, hopefully
Millions see my opinion
Cos I'm feeling offended
So get to trending it minions
It's another - over party
For somebody
Though it hardly f*cking matters
Go so hard in ya disputes
Like we fit to
Dictate our wish to anybody
So who ya gonna convince, who

And yes - I see
The hypocritical side
Like a long ass tweet
On a lyrical ride
A mirror that rhymes
So reflect on this
Cos we are combined
On what a mess this is
While we up on sides
We forget the risks
F*ck the left and the right
If you ain't met in the midst
Of ignorance, each crevice
That we've been in
Goes deeper then
A week's events or tweetin' trends
So take a peek at
The past for tomorrow
Like we were heaping
The trash until that coro
Now nature breathing
At last while we huddle
But we'll be back deep
In that ass this world bubble
About to burst but all
These jerks with rebuttals
Like earth re-does
All this hurt, and we not all
To blame for the heat - c'mon
And f*ck being courteous
Idiots, think shitting
Continuous on areas ain't hurtin' us
Be serious

Hope it's alright
That I'm airin' a thought
Guess i want attention
Like a baring ass thot
Call it empowerment
Just drop your drawers
And say it's sour men
If some if just don't applaud
At least admit it
If it's ya titties and booty
That got us silly and looking
Then you're reeling the hook in
That big butt on TikTok
So thirsty we be
Please look, please look
But don't objectify me
And to these dickheads
That think to stick it to immigrants
Like Pakistan's smacking bats
To their picket fence huh
This ain't cricket man
So quit ya wicket plans
And pick a stance that ain't kickin' them
Man, every little bit of land
Isn't fit for a bitter man
So damn
Whose place is it?
Me and fam tasted racism
Since days they came
To raise their babe wishin
Prayin' this is a place that race isn't
The base for grace given

And I ain't trippin
But just saying some hate dripping
But bad eggs, still break, listen
You say, go back to ya country
I go Chile. You go... Great Britain