It's more sermon than rap
Kill the beat, kill it
I roll with mostly psychos, psilocybin micro-dosing
These the fam that I chose, introverts and bipo's
Ears to the street, light posts, unsocial
Screaming "F*ck the Media", sweetly hitting the high notes
Decrying societal woes, anxiety prone
Yet somehow not worried as payloads hover the sky
Knowing we don't die brothas I hold in high esteem
Neurodivergent kings connecting the patterns
The queens whose clipped wings couldn't halt her levitation to heaven
No Cul-de-sac
Whatever the views
Unravel the jewels before you react
Separate the truth from facts
No bad energy- we segregating joules and watts
Power trips channeled to transform duels to pact
Detach tools from craft
With caution though
Don't shoot the messenger
Instead let's celebrate the prophets of doom
Dine with the bad news harbingers
Deviators from the plots you assume would lead to harmonious living
It's laughable, true capital is ethereal
All castles on land are castles in sand
Find me a vessel that can clash with disaster and stand
And transcend economics to where real treasures abound
Music pre-sonics and sound
Come on creeps, freaks, the meek
The other cheek turned in the face of scorn peeps
With no shit to prove
The left the place they were born kids
But no hate, instead they bless the day they return
When they get to move - back
Whoever looked at the mirror like, who's that?
We a bamboozled lot
Musing, what if the harvest, the sower and tools is us?
Cream of the crop, cultivating food for thought
We snoozed and thus fools usurped the pasture
Alas, we are detractors - nihilists and altruists
Fighters and pacifists brandishing scars and bruises
You as delusional as I is? C'mon let's do this
All you need is a little affinity with intellect
Look critically and introspect
Who finna be free, politically incorrect
Who ain't jittered by a cancel threat
To picking sides A or B when we see it's the same cassette
Latent outlaws on journeys mistaken
Retracing they steps backwards
Learning the rules in order to break 'em
Whether lost or in the cusp of reform (Chai!)
You've come a long way, Sun
From cosmic dust at dawn we born
As cosmic dust at dusk we burn
Then return, and we learn
And so on and so on
This goes out to the outliers
Beyond victimhood, the real outliers
There's levels to this shit
We just trying to make through Stage One
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English
It's more sermon than rap
Kill the beat, kill it
I roll with mostly psychos, psilocybin micro-dosing
These the fam that I chose, introverts and bipo's
Ears to the street, light posts, unsocial
Screaming "F*ck the Media", sweetly hitting the high notes
Decrying societal woes, anxiety prone
Yet somehow not worried as payloads hover the sky
Knowing we don't die brothas I hold in high esteem
Neurodivergent kings connecting the patterns
The queens whose clipped wings couldn't halt her levitation to heaven
No Cul-de-sac
Whatever the views
Unravel the jewels before you react
Separate the truth from facts
No bad energy- we segregating joules and watts
Power trips channeled to transform duels to pact
Detach tools from craft
With caution though
Don't shoot the messenger
Instead let's celebrate the prophets of doom
Dine with the bad news harbingers
Deviators from the plots you assume would lead to harmonious living
It's laughable, true capital is ethereal
All castles on land are castles in sand
Find me a vessel that can clash with disaster and stand
And transcend economics to where real treasures abound
Music pre-sonics and sound
Come on creeps, freaks, the meek
The other cheek turned in the face of scorn peeps
With no shit to prove
The left the place they were born kids
But no hate, instead they bless the day they return
When they get to move - back
Whoever looked at the mirror like, who's that?
We a bamboozled lot
Musing, what if the harvest, the sower and tools is us?
Cream of the crop, cultivating food for thought
We snoozed and thus fools usurped the pasture
Alas, we are detractors - nihilists and altruists
Fighters and pacifists brandishing scars and bruises
You as delusional as I is? C'mon let's do this
All you need is a little affinity with intellect
Look critically and introspect
Who finna be free, politically incorrect
Who ain't jittered by a cancel threat
To picking sides A or B when we see it's the same cassette
Latent outlaws on journeys mistaken
Retracing they steps backwards
Learning the rules in order to break 'em
Whether lost or in the cusp of reform (Chai!)
You've come a long way, Sun
From cosmic dust at dawn we born
As cosmic dust at dusk we burn
Then return, and we learn
And so on and so on
This goes out to the outliers
Beyond victimhood, the real outliers
There's levels to this shit
We just trying to make through Stage One
Kill the beat, kill it
I roll with mostly psychos, psilocybin micro-dosing
These the fam that I chose, introverts and bipo's
Ears to the street, light posts, unsocial
Screaming "F*ck the Media", sweetly hitting the high notes
Decrying societal woes, anxiety prone
Yet somehow not worried as payloads hover the sky
Knowing we don't die brothas I hold in high esteem
Neurodivergent kings connecting the patterns
The queens whose clipped wings couldn't halt her levitation to heaven
No Cul-de-sac
Whatever the views
Unravel the jewels before you react
Separate the truth from facts
No bad energy- we segregating joules and watts
Power trips channeled to transform duels to pact
Detach tools from craft
With caution though
Don't shoot the messenger
Instead let's celebrate the prophets of doom
Dine with the bad news harbingers
Deviators from the plots you assume would lead to harmonious living
It's laughable, true capital is ethereal
All castles on land are castles in sand
Find me a vessel that can clash with disaster and stand
And transcend economics to where real treasures abound
Music pre-sonics and sound
Come on creeps, freaks, the meek
The other cheek turned in the face of scorn peeps
With no shit to prove
The left the place they were born kids
But no hate, instead they bless the day they return
When they get to move - back
Whoever looked at the mirror like, who's that?
We a bamboozled lot
Musing, what if the harvest, the sower and tools is us?
Cream of the crop, cultivating food for thought
We snoozed and thus fools usurped the pasture
Alas, we are detractors - nihilists and altruists
Fighters and pacifists brandishing scars and bruises
You as delusional as I is? C'mon let's do this
All you need is a little affinity with intellect
Look critically and introspect
Who finna be free, politically incorrect
Who ain't jittered by a cancel threat
To picking sides A or B when we see it's the same cassette
Latent outlaws on journeys mistaken
Retracing they steps backwards
Learning the rules in order to break 'em
Whether lost or in the cusp of reform (Chai!)
You've come a long way, Sun
From cosmic dust at dawn we born
As cosmic dust at dusk we burn
Then return, and we learn
And so on and so on
This goes out to the outliers
Beyond victimhood, the real outliers
There's levels to this shit
We just trying to make through Stage One
Writer: Chike Ezeadebor
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