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The Stickup
No objections, my selections on some next shit
Vexing corrections officers whenever I'm flexing
Wherever I'm next is where your best bet is
Put chips down for RS, the hardest, farthest
From scarred, it's my conviction that startles these
Emcees to fall from heaven like Bartleby
I keep them grounded in reality, my anatomy
Stuns and destroys, this born-again B-Boy
Steez cracks knees and destroys decoys
Wreck heads, with lyrics that come at a constant rate
Like you 'bout to get caught while you masterbate
I analyze your shit like Nate the Great in the case
Of the wack emcee, you bastards act like you're hardening
When you don't really get the reality of the situation
I fix your station through a series of meditation
And telepathic levetations resulting in aleviation
Of stress, bless this mic so that I may strike them down
Politics got me vexed, the Fourth Reich is now
We got rich bastards wrapping heads in masks and
Creating a new slave in replace of the black man
That's the working class man, damn the man
I put a fist in the air and urge y'all to do the same
Claim fame by saving brains from this game
Of cat and mouse, I'ma swallow you up
Clobber you up, and be the illest emcee you'll ever see
Bad As I Wanna Be, like Rodman, but without the dress
Distress makes me wanna assess the mess,
Amend this constitution, and make it equal for all
Anull this stipulation, and make mariage equal for all
There ain't a damn reason, aside from your apparent
Fear or acting, making up for something you're lacking
Covering up your secrets, who you think you're fooling?
Ruling schools with propaganda, the children are drooling
While you force-feed them your outdated Dogma
That girl's got radical notions, you better stop her
From dating outside the race, I object to race relations
We one in the same, gunning with aim
Science, 254 crew, we running this game
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