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I take this change thing
serious, it's the middle of my essence , huge
I got more revolutions per minute than a centrifuge

I wish I could
genetic engineer tolerance to spread like AIDS
But in a laboratory is not how I wanna spend my days

I pen my phrase, and move on past the jargon
One life and one soul for $20 what a bargain
F*** the state and all it's various schemes
Always try to make us blind to thier nefarious dreams

I'm getting the system ready to fall like a thing of dominos
As retribution for all the cats in Guantonimo
American's we're stuck the in beast's belly blubber
Where you can't find salvation with even the priest's celly number

My rhymes are elevated, I snuck up on the lauch pad
Crossed paths with an astronaut and gave him all my boss raps
Toss cash into critical businesses
That pay fair wages instead of pitiful pittances

It's time to rise up, but first we gotta wise up

One too many songs about Cadillacs, and mothaf***in' battle raps
That shit's more poppy than when I crack a snapple cap
Unleash a heavy flow known to crash yer fragile raft
with my agile craft - I dismantle wack

Yeah cuz while y'all cats be rapping about some mindless shit
I've been over here trying to script a timeless hit
Rapping neck deep in the grime & grit
The slime & spit, mothaf*** ya shining rims

And your ice and ya cream, I'll toss a molotov at Haggendaz
Turn a somber song into a message in a bottle bomb
Change is not a simple fad
We're them rabble rousers poking through your dimpled chads

While most acts talk about about clothes with monograms
We'll be over here rocking some shows for honorgrads
& squatter cats who live in abandoned hollowed shells
Unity is the message that we transmit follow well...

It's time to rise up, but first we gotta wise up

I got punks and philosophers saying that I'm hella dope
My third eye sees farther than the Hubble telescope
About to crack ya melon open up ya mind & spell a poem
That makes you wanna sell your home and smash ya ufckin cellophone(?)

Rebel alone, now tell me where's the fun in that
We chanting unity until the ufckin' sun is black
A gun is wack, I'll use a mic to strike at y'all
Take my hip-hop like my sushi, son I like raw!