Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Iamlogik

(Verse 1) 
/Greetings to the heathens, again it's Stephen/ Flow make em squeamish and in need of treatment/ Gets em stuck like adhesive, them bars is cement/ Hang the flag from my penis and then pledge allegiance/ What in the world has been left with meaning/ Hell they demoed sum towers just to fuck your feelings/ Then blamed extremists just to keep you reeling/ And they call me a kook, if I believe they're dealing/ With foreign governments, as together they're stealing/ Through what they buy wholesale and mark up for the needy/ But Greed isn't real, that's just a conspiracy/ You would never do that, the whole thing is heresy/ My country 'tis for free, well, damn near close too/ Just buy our debt, you'll be bi-coastal/ And yo, that's cool right/ Be as safe as 2-Pac and Suge Knight/ Never color with me, man, believe it's a class thing/ So if you're above middle, there's not a point in you asking..../ Not a thing of relation/ Cheers to recent uprisings, that's all that I'm saying/ Why shoot a cop, I'd rather a banker/ Citibank, Lehman Brothers, all the cantankerous/ Coke sniffing fucks, that gamble with people/ Foreclose on their haystack, and just leave em with needles/


(Hook)
/ That is not a noose, that's a halo with string/
/That's not an angry mob, that's a choir that sings/
/Not a volatile bomb, that’s just a bell that rings/
/Funny you don't look as high as you seem/
/And the grass is blue, the sky is green/
/ Now left is right, and you look up at seas/
/Now wrong and right fit seamlessly/
/Funny you don't look as high as you seem/


(Verse 2)
/Four dollars a gallon and you’re not pissed off? / Where’s your lanterns? Where’s your pitchforks? / You just point a finger at someone piss poor/ And that’s half the reason I ask what I spit for/ What’s the purpose, it’s worthless, lip service in verses/ Maybe deserving, but it washes out like detergent/ So pretend that I’m nervous, un-assured of the curses/ So it seems I’m uncertain, scared, subject to blurting/ Maybe then, you might pay a bar some attention/ Like it’s Wet Topless Night with a gaggle of women/ Then I’d have a shot to really haggle with timid/ People average and annoyed I play scrabble with lyrics/ Those who won’t acknowledge that I unravel the linen/ Might finally listen and watch all be forgiven/ Shiiit…like that might happen/ Like I won’t be labeled just a dumb ass rapper/ Perish the thought, of uninhibited truth/ Coming from a brash white trash belligerent youth/ Let em do they’re dance, do it just like Humpty/ While I build a bomb and pretend that I’m Chuck D/

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