we are All One, though others would have you think differently / damage you, manage you differently / tragedy lathered in mystery / wrapped up in packages magically baggaged as history / savages ravage us viciously / rather efficiently, brand us like cattle in misery / handing us battles like passages / clipped from epistles and scriptures while adding epistrophe
apostrophe, apostles in coffins / would scoff at the coffers we fill at the cost of apostasy / awful unlawfully offer the option to orphan me rather than writing me off as a martyr and offin' me / oughta just barter me, tradin' salvation for pesos / so pathos replaces my ethos / hey! pushing your faith or a race, what a waste though!
cuz when you say cheese, i'll say queso & freeze while i blow you a beso / slow up the roll, you should know your own pace though, know your own place bro / invading the personal space of a murderous person can furnish a hearse i reserved in your space yo / so pray if you're able, say grace at my table, i'll set you a place for the tasting of nuts when you're facing my navel
quite easily true, might feasibly pick at your bones like a vulture in need of some food / and while you're assaulting my creed or my culture i'm saltin' your meat for a savory stew / i'm brewin' a rue, consists of a twist of your treason, a splash of your reasoning too / they'll ask why'd you ruin the mood? for a laugh and some secret ingredient seasoning, dude!
the talking of heads over networks / they're walking the dead, using rhetoric, medicine, legwork / it gets you to thinking you're better off dead / but you're so apathetic you're better in bed / of course word is born, but the letters are pregs / my word is my bond, but it's shackled in manacles / wars won't be be fought with a sling but with grammar flows / thoughts become things become animals
change up the world, we're too lazy to handle it / lazy to reach the remote so the channel sticks / programs are programmed to break our attention, the span of it / changing the frequencies, jamming it / strange, the techniques they unleash in an underhand manner / we're nodding but don't understand it / i've said it before and i'll say it again, the remote in your hand is a bandit [one arm]
now if everything's math & the numbers are stacked / i'm crunchin' the stats, just do the addition, division, subtract / my hunch is you don't know the half of the facts, maybe half of that, max / we're made up of elements bound to react / turnin' tan into white, turnin' brown into black / and the factions that fracture us down into fractions / will probably topple the populace, actually factually
as a matter of fact / it's a fact that you matter as matter / and cellular data collected in life apparatus / but paying a tax to enable a patriot act / in collecting your cellular data is madness / know who the menace is, always remember the genesis, lest in the end you depend on your nemesis.
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016
