1.The Magic Clap
Clap
Magic Clap
It's like a hotwire, baby
When we put it together
When the sparks fly
We'll ignite the future forever
This is the last kiss Martin ever gave to Coretta
It's like a paparazzi picture when I flash my Beretta
I got scars on my back
The truth on my tongue
I had the money in my hand when that alarm got rung
We wanna breathe fire and freedom from our lungs
Tell Homeland Security
We are the bomb
Hurry up, get in, close the do'
This here the meeting for the overthrow
Waiting on that concrete rose to grow
Doing lines that ain't quotable
Counting up all that dough you owe
You ain't sposed to know its opposable
We are not disposable
Muscle up kid
We got blows to throw
Til the folks have risen
There'll be no decision
We make the motor move
They chauffer driven
Right now we can't shine right like a broken prism
I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment
Good evening
Tonight we bring to you
Worn out streets that'll sing to you
.45 shells that'll dance to the beats
Stomachs so loud it'll cancel the speech
Checks that vanish if you blink an eye
Grace getting locked in the clink to die
A salary cap on a birth certificate
Notarized lies that burst in triplicate
Morning prayers for the car to start
A man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart
Hope in a track suit to flash and run
While agony chases with a badge and gun
Poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks
Hands in the air try to feel for an escape
Flash in my eyes like candid snaps
When we slap back, it's the magic clap
2.Strange Arithmetic
History has taught me some strange arithmetic
Using swords, prison bars, and pistol grips
English is the art of bombing towns
While assuring that you really only blessed the ground
Science is that honorable, useful study
Where you contort the molecules and then you make that money
In mathematics, dead children don't get added
But they count the cost of bullets comin out the automatic
Teacher
My hands up
Please, don't make me a victim
Teachers
Stand up
You need to tell us how to flip this system
Economics is the symphony of hunger and theft
Mortar shells often echo out the cashing of checks
In Geography class, it's borders, mountains and rivers
But they will never show the line between the takers and givers
Algebra is that unique occasion
In which a school can say that there should be a balanced
equation
And then Statistics is the tool of the complicit
To say everybody's with it and that you're the only critic
Social Studies, the goliath to tackle
Which turns into a sermon on simplicity of shackles
Physics is to school you on the science of force
'Cept for how to break the hell out the ghetto, of course
Home Ec can teach you how to make a few sauces
And accept low pay from your Walmart bosses
If your school won't show you how to fight for what's needed
Then they're training you to go through life and get cheated
3.Your Parents' Cocaine
The valet pointed me through the door
One more shot and you're on the floor
If cash talks, yours is a lion's roar
Guesquire, Christian Dior
You're the asshole ambassador
But your friends obey like Labradors
I vomited on the alpine décor
It's okay, your daddy gon' buy some more
All your friends from school are here
Your frat boys got the rufies near
What will they want when you're out of beer？
Your parents' cocaine!
Your graduation monster bash
The maids will pick up all the trash
In almost every room is stashed
Your parents' cocaine!
Your daddy gon' make you VP of sales
Don't mix good shit with the ginger ale
Pacific Heights ain't Sunnydale
You could murder somebody and be out on bail
Your mom's Amtrak- she's on the rails
So many bumps thought it was Braille
One day, we're all gonna tip the scales
Cuz me and my crew are too big to fail
Steve and Katie shut the door
And fucked all on the bathroom floor
Now they're up and looking for
Your parents' cocaine!
Until you get that trust fund check
Pretend you worked for your respect
Janie's asking if she can test
Your parents' cocaine!
All your esteemed colleages and guests
Are here to celebrate your success
They only say Good Luck! in jest
Your fortune guaranteed at the breast
And Dave, who lets you win at chess
Is with your girlfriend in her dress
They're tired of being your marionettes
You'll mourn in Rio via company jet
Your daddy's got a business plan
Which made wars in Afghanistan
It bought your house in Bangkok and
Your parents' cocaine!
Narcos kicked my windows out
They beat and dragged me out the house
They don't give a fuck about
Your parents' cocaine!
Your parents' cocaine
4.The Gods of Science
Hypnotic
The noose is slip-knotted
In a fourth-quarter audit
And pumped through the carotid
Many bought it
Got it in patch, pill, or tonic
Get your credit card
Slot it
And sign it on the dotted
Billionaires have squatted
On the Magna Cum Lauded
Hollered 'Take my wallet-
Make the people robotic
Catatonic, or harmonic
With what they've been alotted'
And methodically they plotted
Against those who fought it
Whole cities are haunted
Cuz some money bag nodded
And dropped the thought product
Of a Harvard grad upon it
Dollars turn the table-
Boardroom and periodic
Listen to the sonics
Coming through your electronics
You can catalogue it as melodic or atomic
Howsenever, when I bomb it
Molecules turn into solids
Some pray to the Christ
Look to Buddha or Mohammed
Some pray to the crack of a rich man's pocket
The biggest advance was plumbing to the projects
Now the scientific process got hijacked for profits
It flows in the direction that a Silver Spoon prodded
We'll get science for the people
When we run the economics
5.My Murder, My Love
Well, i've spoke the name of the lord in vain
In gunpowder and flame
And I've vomited slang in porcelain
And then claimed it was champagne
And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes
I can rhyme Jack Daniels with triumph
But no sentence I could spit could've shifted events
In the back of that plymouth reliant
And philosophy
Is calculated to be worth its weight in air
But the way you told me to fuck myself
Well, the words had a certain flair
I hope he fits the tux
I am just a man in flux
Let me clarify things with the way I strut
So I can shout with my mouth shut
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of？
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat？
The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight
Unfurl above electric lies of light
C'mon grip me tight against the wall
Where the cusswords, piss, and masterpiece fight
I'm alive (through the power of explosion：
Colt 45 and a busted trojan)
Motion is evidence of belief
Especially with the world's most beautiful slogan
Applause from the mannequins should be ignored
Look for the harmony of pen and sword
Statues of our heroes turn to dust
We sing
To snort the dust up off the floor
I hope he fits the tux
Even mountains are in flux
Let us clarify things with the way we strut
So we can shout with our mouths shut
6.You Are Not a Riot (an RSVP from David Siquieros to Andy Warhol)
You, you are not a riot
You are right-wing terror military assault
You, you are not rebellion
You are a pretty piece of paper that is signed by murderers
You, you are not a riot
You are the tight leather pants on the old ex-general
You, you are not rebellion
I got the invite to your party and I threw it away
You, you are not a riot
You're an apologetic pad for the judge's gavel
You, you are not rebellion
You are a sitcom based on a torture chamber
You, you are not a riot
You are the fanfare for the king's drunken vomit
You, you are not rebellion
I got the invite to your party and I threw it away
A rebellion is both love and lust
And a riot is when lightning hits the right spot
And my painting isn't finished till it kills you
Or it makes you feel more powerful than pills do
You, you are not a riot
You are a condo complete with wall-to-wall carpet bomb
You, you are not rebellion
You're a well funded beat-down in the boss's washroom
You, you are not a riot
You're the cold fish-breath of death at my neck
You, you are not rebellion
I got the invite to your party and I threw it away
You fascist fashionista
You imperial chanteuse
You upper-crusty punk
You pillager's excuse
You Duke and Disciple of Disconnection
Who fellates the Empire State
Building blank space on your paper
Matching blank looks on your face
You get hyped by the font in the death warrant
By the grain of the wood in the electric chair
The accent of the undertaker
By the architecture of police stations
By the reflection on the gun
By the crackle of the flame
You get hyped by the aesthetic of rebellion
No questions asked
You are not a riot
7.Land of 7 Billion Dances
Shake it
Yeah
We agitate it
Yeah
We bump and break it
Yeah
We finna take it
Hey now we gon'
Work it
Yeah
We jam the circuit
Yeah
We got the verdict
Yeah
It's fuck they circus
Electromagnetic with a bomb aesthetic
But we ain't breaded edit： got no credit
Listen real close to my phonetics：
The monster is awoke and I hope you fed it
If this your first time here, raise your hand
If the police come, hide the contraband
We all leave in a box and a long sedan
How you want your name read by the anchorman？
Drop the hips; apocalypse
We ho'in out here cuz they got the chips
Like 'Put it anywhere, but not the lips!'
Takeover, let's plot the shit
Shut 'em down- close the books
Them dudes in the boardroom- those is crooks
Take it to the street- bows and hooks
If you stop they money, they froze and shook
I'm a rap bandit- muthafucka, dabnabit!
And we been backhanded all across the Atlantic
And we finna start static all across the damn planet
Make they ass crap granite while we change the mathematics
I guess you all wonder why I called this meeting
Paycheck cut can't stop the bleeding
Sharks are feeding, we ain't eating
No more pleading, time for stampeding
8.Violet
Under hesitant flicker of neon glow
Where the trash cans bloom and the needles grow
I wiped that shit off my mouth and I grabbed the dough
(and that's all y'all need to know)
Let the glitter of the burning debris bless me tonight
Is what I thought, and inhaled nicotine delight
Screams for my life- scripted by deal memos
From the back of a bullet-proof-steel limo
It ain't nothin in my life that's been real gentle
Til the day of your magnificent beer swindle
Told my story
You didn't look at me funny
And the kiss felt like you was payin me money
C'mon, holla at ya dog
C'mon, holla at ya dog
I must a missed yo call
C'mon
They said the sparkle in your eyes
Was just cuz of the daggers
If they wanted us to leave they was gon have to drag us
Skyscrapers crowded round to watch
As we laughed at the faulty perception of clocks
Every 43 bus stop on Foothill could testify
Your middle finger in the air was like blessin the sky
And the overpass
It shook like a overdose
And the rocks caught the holy ghost
And the wind made the chain-links sing falsetto
We made a promise we would never settle
Standin on a hydrant
You declared it a holiday
Against police and pimps we would have our way
The room and that dude had layers of filth
We sprinted out with the cash and got higher than stilts
I wondered if the birds were flyin to somethin
Or flyin away
You said 'both'
And hit the E ＆ the J
Now, the stars up there are for the few who use em
We karate'd down the block like the new solution：
Street-level, eye-level, make your wish
You told me I could write a novel and make us rich
That's the last time I seen your crazy brown high-beams
I'm still in front of that buildin with the white screen
Stop through for a hot second
Holla back
I don't even want my fifty dollars back
9.This Year
This year will be the year
That we do what we've been waitin for
This year will be the year
That we stop knockin and kick down that door
Loved ones, we on the wire
Hesitation is the drug of choice
This time we're on fire
Make your mark on the world
Let em hear your voice
Cuz our life on this ball is just a blink of an eye
And ain't no fairy godmama gon' help you and I
Woke up this mornin
Brushed my teeth and spit out the lies
Decided I'm gon live if I am gon have to die
And you can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
But just take it
This time we get it in
We gon get em out they body, baby
This time we bust the ceiling
O-o-o-o-oh fa sho
We comin with tens of millions
Them villains be oh-so-shady
It's gonna be ending
With us winning
You already know
10.We've Got a Lot to Teach You, Cassius Green
As the monster stood before his colleagues, he sang angelically
And wiped the blood off his fangs
The papers on the boardroom table were stained
From corpses
Piled on top of them slain
One monster yelled at me
'you've got the brains!'
And traced his claw along the table's woodgrain
It smelled like leather, Old Spice, and pain
His assistant, when yanked by choke-chain, explained
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
The assistant crouched at the monster's feet proudly
In a puddle of urine and meat
The monsters all howled at the morning spreadsheet
Above cacophonous screams from below in the street
The gargoyles that guard the building weeped
I quietly calculated routes for retreat
One beast stuck his talons out as if to greet
And said, 'Welcome to the good life, son. take a seat'
The beast who was frothing between his tusks
Said, 'They work it, we run it. they shouldn't fuss
The order of things is basically just'
I heard cheers from the creatures trapped in the air ducts
I told them to smother in their mountains of stuff
And headed to the elevator door in disgust
They said 'you've forgotten. you're one of us'
I looked down at my tail, rattled it, and I cussed
11.Long Island Iced Tea, Neat
I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, neat
Or whatever kinda poison knocks me back in my seat
Cuz a little earlier we was out in that street
The police tried to smash and they felt defeat
You know they got no idea what they done unleashed
Keep my card open but it's done deceased
Them thiefs wanna talk when they cash decrease
Here's a toast to the folks who let action speak
I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, straight
But the way my heart thumpin, I already levitate
Cuz a little earlier we made the whole earth quake
When we shut they shit down and had the boss irate
We only a fetus, we are modeling the shape
We gon make a masterpiece out of all the mistakes
But man I'm too damn drunk to continue this debate
Cuz I can't articulate and I need to urinate
I'll have one Long Island with one ice cube
Cuz as far as Rap go, he the muthafuckin dude
Let the record reflect that today we lit a fuse
(if I take one mo shot, I'm dancin on the bar nude)
Ay-Ay you talkin in my ear wit like hella amplitude
Every little fight could build up for the big feud
Today we struck a blow for all us in servitude
But the thousands of people got me drunker than the booze
12.The Guillotine
Hey you!
We got your war
We're at the gates
We're at your door
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We want to thank you for flying with us
We know you coulda stayed home, just cried and cussed
May all your guns go off if it's time to bust
May all they tanks have time to rust
They got the armies turning bullets into gold
They got the hookers turning tricks in the cold
And every time the police kicks in a door
An angel gas breaks sticks in the O
And even if a d-boy flips him a O
It ain't enough to buy shit anymore
Sleep in the doorway, piss on the floor
Look in the sky, wait for missiles to show
It's finna blow cause
They got the TV, we got the truth
They own the judges and we got the proof
We got hella people, they got helicopters
They got the bombs and we got the, we got the
Don't talk about it
It won't show
Be about it
It's 'bout to blow
I just spit the dope lines, I don't snort 'em
Tell the boss to call police to escort him
You don't write all them lines, you just quote 'em
Get offline, plug in to this modem
No, you can't out-vote 'em
The rules is still golden
Only jewels we holding is if we guarding our scrotum
If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen
You can hear the sound of limitations exploding
Please sir, may we have another portion？
We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion
Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim
We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion
Caution -- we're coming for your head
So call the Feds and get files to shred
Every textbook read said bring you the bread
But guess what we got you instead？
Let's keep it banging like a shotgun
We in a war before we fought one
Now if you're tired of working from day to day
A common enemy, we got one
Now keep it banging like a shotgun
We in a war before we fought one
Now if you're tired of working from day to day
A common enemy, we got one
13.WAVIP
Yeah, you don't need to see I.D
Kool A.D., Kool A.D., Kool A.D
That's me -- what you mean the list over？
We don't get all our guests in, the shit over
Please understand what I'm saying
Rider ain't up to par, we ain't playing
Whole clique get in the club or we skating
Y'all gotta deal with everybody who came in
Already and paid and now they angry and saying
All type of shit like, 'You played us'
And you won't like that
So let's say just a couple of players on
The A.A.A. list
The 'Hey player man, yo, I thought this was a bay' list
The 'Dog, you a hater; playboy, you in the way' list
The 'Better let me in or better pray' list
The 'Hooked me up just the other day' list
The 'Like, why not today？' list
We're all V.I.P
I'm talking every motherfucker in my hood and me
I mean, we're all V.I.P., V.I.P., V.I.P
I'm in the VIP with the Bloods and the Crips
And the Stones and the GDs, everybody see me
I'm in the section with the niggas that's bamma
Got dreads, gold teeth, talk real bad grammar
I'm over here with the welfare recipients
We ain't never paying, but we stay getting shit
I am with the people on the bottom, fella
We gonna riot, loot, rob til we rich as Rockefeller
We ruthless as a Carnegie
And we gon' bone thug 'til we get this shit in harmony
The one percent better learn to share the V.I.P
Or we gon' nut up -- everybody gon' D.I.E
You know I'm balling soft, and my drinks are Molotovs
Call it crunk or call it off, swing it like a Tomahawk
Middle finger at the cops, brothers gonna get a spark
Bottle, pistol, or a rock; one day, we gon' call the shots
My flow, it sputters like they shut off my water
I got the sheriff after me for what I said 'bout Obama
My flag is red like a period, comma, I'm a piranha
Just like every one of y'all are sending sharks to the slaughter
And we gotta be bouncing more than last month's rent check
Boss walk in Wall Street with a pimp step
People of Whoville, we need to slit the Grinch neck
Low-paid prostitutes with no fishnets
We all V.I.P
I'm pretty great, you should be like me
Be like her, be like him
I get my jeans at V.I.M
I get my shirts at Jimmy Jazz
I have more shirts than Jimi has
Yes, we all important
Yes, you should be supported
Yes, I'm getting bored with
All y'all noises, so discordant
It's Himanshu, Uncle Sam wants you
That's a bonsai tree, it's expensive
Put it down
Heema put it down, Heema put it down
When nobody around
Heema wear the crown
Heema wear a gown
Heema wear a shirt that say John Brown
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