I make waves underground in the west coast--destruction
after this cut's done you'll be finished like post production
I roast your function, not Comedy Central
Birmingham your church since you think your body's a temple
stop your life at a stoplight for trying to blot my light
more shots than 2pac, head blew off, goodnight,
Iron sights, blinding lights, you shouldn't have stood to fight
you looked tight but suck so bad you probably should bite
it's just as well, in the clutch you fail, tuck your tail and run like hell
you were constructed to fail 'cause your structure is frail,
fuck your sales, we bump like uncut rails
you'd get punked like jail, punched and wailed on, I will take your luncheon pail
your soundscans won't help you when you're a drowned man
the difference between me and you is like pounds and grams
and you're right if you're like "he's just making this up"
but you STAY playing tough, so who's really fake as fuck? WHAT

lives based on balling are the national pastime
real leaders are either offline or on standby
scandalous lies on the TV, it's a damn crime
they're after your time, it's nothing to take your last dime
lives based on balling are the national pastime
real leaders are either offline or on standby
scandalous lies in what we read, it's a damn crime
they captured your mind, so it's nothing to take your last dime

pray for us--
there's no escape from this craziness, it seems
playing games, rats racing chasing pay, slaves to cream
anxiously pacing awaiting what our fates will be
angry, hating our babies faithfully,
creative latency, fakes and schemes reshaping dreams,
we're merely crazy apes that scream
for modern Martin Luther Kings too afraid to make a scene
they're aware CIA shooters await to blank your screen
fade to black, back in the days we stayed in backs of buses
now we fill them up back to front, packed like lunches
police pointing gats that punch us as we're arrested
why question the underlying facts as we're digested
to live in the beast's bowels amidst shrieks and howls, confessions
doubtless, without outlets-we're freaking out from the pressure
grimly recounted how it ingrained initially preconditioning
niggas from infancy to continually repeat history,
grist for grisly scenes, but that isn't what you're gonna get from me, listen B:

Rhymes based on balling are the national pastime
real leaders are either offline or on standby
scandalous lies on the TV, it's a damn crime
they're after your time, it's nothing to take your last dime
Rhymes based on balling are the national pastime
real leaders are either offline or on standby
scandalous lies in what we read, it's a damn crime
they captured your mind, it's nothing to take your last dime

we were taught profit is a proper motive
so whose fault is it really when all the laws can't control it
corral or curtail it and in actuality grow it
and when you check the connections, each is mutually supported
saying it's twisted isn't the half, shit is contorted
recorded the cost even a boss couldn't afford it
it's years, but not the ones the convicted serve
it's the time our kids will live in desolation once we strip the Earth
spoke the magic words forcefully but didn't listen first
to the warnings that were attached to them
unleashed forces before we mastered them
disaster in the making building walls destined for crashing in
wars for gas begin while the masses clap and grin,
technocrats cashing in while Mad Max blasts your friends,
this is the math of sin, the wages of which are death
niggas slashed and trimmed for skating and missing steps
grubbing off gambling, that's the skim, make it stretch
it's gangsta, in days of future past, I present the present next
let it rest, in peace, pieces of a dream deceased
from the slow death of deferment, unreleased heat
woe to our foes, it's curtains, through our guns we see… our seeds