[Intro] Good morning Vietnamerica I don’t mean to stare at ya Or scare ya, see I just wanna play your carrier And if you’re wary, that’s very a-okay player 'Cause I got a knack for acting up on a track And I won’t be backing up [Verse 1] Come hither my chitterlings I wanna take you and make you all Queens And Kings, on this rock that we on We’re cells, we roam like phones Mobile! You got a right to life and live Ah Ah! Not - gonna take no shit From powers that be, who sour the sea Sully the air, they don't think we're aware Hands up! What the fuck are they on? I guess they don’t think we can peep that long Con of the Dumbo and ass in the room No political party can guard my Black body Oh no! So if the rich wanna diss Then I’ll grab my dick with a fist like this And piss in the pool of the class that rules When they looked all upside my head I said [Chorus] Hey man! We so outta line We can’t be saved, y’all ran outta time I’m just an example, prime One paradigm way out of his mind And I don’t know when this life might end But we’ll go as hard as we can till then Aight? [Verse 2] Some law wanna pause our pulse Yeah law wanna blow our minds! Out - And it’ll cost them a bill But they still get to go home, chill Cold as an igloo too, when they get you, got! Bold as the issue, I kid you not And I’ve got the proof in the snack pack bruv Black rap fits Pat just like a glove I got much love for the drum The beast in me must howl at the moon Soon, maybe ‘round opposite of noon Ooh, ain’t no more room on the broom So when I go zoom like the Amblin logo Just know, gravity's a no-no Po-po pursue the super in slow-mo Nana Nana Nina Na, can't catch me I ate the flesh, and I drank the blood Thanked all the Yanks, faked all the hugs But I'm African-American man! Known as the Negro, piecing the Legos You keep the Eggo, let go the ego Insert your halo straight up your A-hole, stat Through the O-ring, past the crack Suppose I'll pass on the master's hat ‘Cause needless to say, I'm beautiful! Duh goddammit! But I wanna be one of the Brothers that live on infinite beyond a song Oh what a breeze! If you feel like a fire then set one Got no heart? Go and get one If you make them nervous, learn this When they show signs of disturbance, just say [Chorus] Hey man! We so outta line We can’t be saved, y’all ran outta time I’m just an example, prime One paradigm way out of his mind And I don’t know when this life might end But we’ll go as hard as we can till then [Refrain] Hey Man! Hey Man! So outta line, so outta line Hey Man! Hey Man! Ran outta time, ran outta time Hey Man! Hey Man! Outta my mind, outta my mind Hey Man! Hey Man! Hey Man! Goddammit

[Intro] I spend a lot of time thinkin' all the shit I’m thinkin' Motherfuckers wonder why they never see me on weekend We ain’t in the same pool fool, now peep the fucking teachin' You shallow - Battle cannonballs into the deep end By unpopular demand But what I been through’s what I wrote through I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you This album's an outburst Some criminal, some political None minuscule, I been a tool Synonym for I been to school But I just kept dropping out And now I’m now I’m dropping in like, like, like [Verse 1] Battle up! It's time to get this fucking monkey off of my Black It's funny that I never seem to make any money off of these tracks My prerogative is prerequisite First set the temp, next pen the script Then run through it, run through it, one run just won't do it After that, to the lab, mic a nigga up, he free to jab Put a choke hold on the woes that's on my mind and on my soul And whip up raps, attack these track from front to back It's no wonder that it's no fun to Pat It's too simple, drunk on the Jack, I'm too nimble Too quick, stupid If you can convince me you sick I promise you I'll dive dick-first into a pulpit full of toothpicks I'm a pit bull with a loose grip on my human pet, my monologue He know the language, I hold the anguish I'm dope as fuck, he kinda raw I don't mind the awe, I don't find it odd I know I'm a riot, that's why I’m so quiet When the bar is set and I bench that They all know they can't bench Patrick I'm out of my cage, and out of patience In other words that’s malpractice You shitty rappers all oughta meet up at the mall, practice [Chorus] 'Cause this is fucking it, what they said I'd never make Now I'm gonna go ape, smash these rappers like grapes King Kong, sing along, yo team strong? Bring it on You ding dongs'll be gone, so long, with no re-spawn You keep on, probable cause for me to get my creep on Slip into your sheets and pee on the pillows you sleep on Your dreams can be serene as a scene that you plant a tree on I convert buzz into nightmares, I've never seen a light year [Verse 2] I was born on the set of a porn with a set of horns This human life is boring, thus I'm seeking something foreign So I'm in hell with infidels, face fuckin’ Satan, alternatin' Any demons try escapin’ we chase 'em and fuckin' rape 'em Hallelujah! Renegade angel The reverend in this church, not a feather you can touch These black wings whisper different psalms above my palms Yeah it sucks to wanna be sharp, when you also gotta be clutch Will the rhymes impress 'em? Keep 'em second guessin'? My impression? That's irrelevant We in the same room, you don't see that fucking elephant? The damage done to my fellow nig? Shit, it’s irreparable So explain to me how a rhyme of mine upset you bitch I dare you to The fuck I'm witholdin’ got me emboldened, I'm feeling golden Homie I'm rollin' up both of my sleeves I'm ready to roll up on any MC who can’t Parlay that party into the melee as they say So tell the White House Mayday! Let’s spray ‘em down with an AK Just fucking around y’all, JK This is me in my heyday, no time or place for no nay say Believe, I ain’t even afraid they Could mislay my display as simple play, oh no but it ain’t Miscalculatin' my reverberation is a mistake So misconceptions, spread 'em, accept ‘em into your rectum I mean it, like all the way over Bend it like Beckham, just for a second Don’t sweat the technique, you can’t defeat this fresh freak With your best heat on your best beat, on a blessed day I’m the sensei, what does sense say when it’s speaking me Previously, in the United States we were inferior beings What does that mean? Given the steam that I bring when I swing at the machine What could it spell? Aw well, hell, look at a rebel rebel [Chorus] 'Cause this is fucking it, what they thought I'd never make Now I'm gonna go ape, smash these rappers like grapes King Kong, sing along, yo team strong? Bring it on You ding dongs'll be gone, so long, with no re-spawn You keep on, probable cause for me to get my creep on Slip into your sheets and pee on the pillows you sleep on Your dreams can be serene as a scene that you plant a tree on I convert buzz into nightmares, I've never seen a light year [Verse 3] You couldn’t swallow the diabolical serum 'Cause your antidotes are bogus, too easy to engineer ‘em I took a break, but I’m a rap addict Now I’m back at it like a crack habits It’s haphazard, my bad manners Make bad rappers straight crap pampers I’m the answer to what the fuck You get when you spit and don’t give a shit I ain’t limited none, this shit ain’t no fun It’s work, and I’ma work you Yeah I may sound like a dick, but picture this, it’s just the tip of it Full of contradictions, yeah you don’t know the three-fifths of it So Call Me By Motherfucking Rap Name Nigga! Apologies, sometimes when I decompress, I’m kind of a T-Rex ‘Cause I sho’ ain’t opening doors with this flow that I’ve composed With this in your face prose you either decode or detest So pass this shit along like it’s AIDS in the eighties I ain’t trying to be shady, already shaded in baby And to have the shade I’m parading Will make you fucking go ape, G But this rap shit’s like 8-bit, too easy for me to go ape shit [Chorus] 'Cause this is fucking it, what they thought I'd never make Now I'm gonna go ape, smash these rappers like grapes King Kong, sing along, yo team strong? Bring it on You ding dongs'll be gone, so long, with no re-spawn [Bridge] Uh, I’m also an icon living I’m lyin’ - I’m more like a bright star dyin’ That’s why my shit shines as an artist, think about it All we do is give you contrast to the darkness all around us And go boom! [Chorus] 'Cause this is fucking it, what they said I'd never make Now I'm gonna go ape, smash these rappers like grapes King Kong, sing along, yo team strong? Bring it on You ding dongs'll be gone, so long, with no re-spawn You keep on, probable cause for me to get my creep on Slip into your sheets and pee on the pillows you sleep on Your dreams can be serene as a scene that you plant a tree on I convert buzz into nightmares, I've never seen a light year Throwing barrels

[Verse 1] Come figure it out Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route The people who made me came from the South Mama and Papa picked cotton as kids How is it proper, me shopping at Lids? The bid that they did won them no compensation We own this whole nation by right, I ain't playin' Debate It - Is it insane or is it funny? Patrons of a country with a rapist on the money? Trying to negate this place must burn? While they waste each space to the base of the urn? Well I'll stay stern while I wait my turn State my terms with the weight they've earned My fate I've learned is a case concerned with race Confirmed by the state I spurn, thus [Chorus] I raise my freak flag high in every area The kind that take you to the cemetery, bury ya' Wave it in disagreement when they say I pledge allegiance God bless our youth America [Verse 2] Viddy well kiddies Whether riding with a semi, or cycling on a Divvy Be privy to the idiosyncrasies in the city It's gritty in the inner vicinity - That's shitty To me, and to every other man it oughta be But only if he demonstrates the proper qualities 'Cause Pat Battle's a radical, think in the mathematical If I could do have the shit I say I'd take a sabbatical Stab a couple of cops in the clavicle with a cleaver Shit on the lawn of Congress and vomit a ton of jaundice and leave it The reason that I'm being so facetious in my pieces? The thesis of our freedom isn't peaches Run down the list of everything that ain't kosher Any of it new to you at all? No Sir You pose the question - Where do we get aggression? Our ancestors couldn't say much more than "Yessum" So fuck a holy hymn, peep the pandemonium The podium is slimy like it's live at Nickelodeon This isn't my voice, I'm a vessel, I'm a host Hip isn't my poise, I don't wrestle with an oath I represent a few ideas you should hear First tell your masters, that after this year We capture their fear with some raps in their ear While the Blacks and the Queers have a laugh and beer [Chorus] I raise my freak flag high in every area The kind that take you to the cemetery, bury ya' Wave it in disagreement when they say I pledge allegiance Don't believe a thing they're selling ya' [Verse 3] I wish you'd admit it Your heroes are villains, they rape and they pillage Desecrate villages, made up of innocent Citizens different, bombs indiscriminate Limited images infiltrate censorship Benefits trickle up into the one percent Primitive passion of criminal factions Passin' an act as a biblical action Fuck all you bastards, burst into flame We'll torch every mansion, curse every name Choke all them folks who invoke and quote From that joke of a book to evoke all your hopes The church and the state can both go up in smoke No I haven't misspoke, I'll defend what I wrote So give me a reason to not commit treason You got the floor to make peace, but you won't So pass the soap I feel so gross when they ask me to vote That fantasy hope is a fallacy hoax Majestic malaise, don't be mad at the host I just gotta release a grievance whenever heathens sing I Pledge Allegiance God Bless Our Youth America! [Chorus] I raise my freak flag high in every area The kind that take you to the cemetery, bury ya' Wave it in disagreement when they say I pledge allegiance Don't believe a thing, don't believe God [Refrain] Say a prayer for the youth of America Say a prayer for the youth of America Say a prayer for the youth of America Say a prayer for the youth, say a prayer for the youth Say a prayer for the youth of America Say a prayer for the youth, say a prayer for the youth Say a prayer for the youth of America Don't believe a thing they're selling ya'

[Chorus] They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist Get the fuck out my face with that shit Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright [Verse 1] Follow no leader and bow to no king Pray to no god, wake up from that dream You stick with that scheme, you a punk fish swimming upstream Against the shit machine, my funk fit's picking up steam No idols excite me, they ain't even like me They lie to me pridefully, daily and nightly Strike me as hustlers, them ads that they run Let's hang all these fuckers, they masters of none But everywhere I go, they all in my ear Infiltrate all my fears and then bathe in my tears My statement this year is abrasive, but clear I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere because [Chorus] They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist Get the fuck out my face with that shit Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright [Verse 2] Aw, shit! I'm sick of Black music! It's useless! You rappers all front, but don't do shit! Moaning all your lyrics, grown male bitches Diving in for riches When you should be digging ditches for yourselves Punk ass motherfucking tap-dancing Sambos Stand right next to that Klansman We don't need to waste no ammo Two birds, one stone, bro I got one mode Go hard or go home, this road here is my own When I get my rhyme on, your icons be bygone Cowardly lions, get the fuck off my lawn Progressive I live, but no fucks left to give So when White women Whitesplain what Mansplaining is I'm like, bitch do I look like your global oppressor?" Where you think I learned the word bitch from, Kenya? Keep guessin' This language that we anguish with ain't even ours And neither are The streets, cars, weed or tar, drinks, bars, links or cause Think and pause before you pin it all on a little nigga talk That's English you penis, we Negroes rip it off So opinions, advice, criticisms, all types You can pitch 'em, that's nice, but I dig no device Infringing on my right to get hype, wanna fight I toss and I turn with concern in the night I like that I struggle, I hate that I struggle No break from this puddle encased in my bubble Misplaced in this shuffle my layers grow grayer Exhaling like Vader, I trouble naysayers But everywhere I go, they all in my ear They bathe in my tears, infiltrate all my fears My statement this year is abrasive, but clear I may be severe, but I'll play it sincere, 'cause they [Chorus] They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist Get the fuck out my face with that shit Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright [Verse 3] Yes, Many persist like they can't take a hint Get the fuck out my face! Are you reading my lips? Do you walk what you talk with them sweet politics? When you sick of the script, pages blaze and get lit Get a grip, take a hit, from the tip of the brain Some limp into the barn on some charm I can't attain But my arms are plenty long, so any song that I be on It isn't wrong, but ain't quite right Like a bright white for a night-light The nightlife of the nigro is intro'd to the limelight And it all hangs on the White hype Though they might gripe and they might bite So I psyche mics in the twilight Write nice, but I write left and a hard left Like a harness hauled all night to the far right Then I let it go like the letter 'O' When I know a fucking rapper edible Whether credible or with no credit bro I'ma get a bowl and in my belly go The many itty bitty hideous souls Seeking the fold, being the mold Yellow as pee in the snow Be in the know? None of you I need to know No! Stubbornly shaking my fist as if it's with a rubbery wrist My people been utterly pimped Luxury gimps, notice we subtly limp Suddenly thuggery isn't so dense A summary tense, a bloody event, nobody repent My buddy I'm bent, my grumpy lament, no money intent I'm running against the funniest list Of dummies and pricks whose money resents The sacrifices that our vices had to pay your prices And with license I incite this as a spite to all your crisis, like Too too little, too too late, G-T-F-O-M-F [Chorus] Y'all telling us that, while you selling us this, eat a dick You better off pleading the fifth, what is this? Get the fuck out my face with that shit Uh-Huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright! They telling me that and they selling me this, I resist You come with that lip, I don't trip, I insist Get the fuck out my face with that shit Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright Whoo! When we in rebellion what we tell 'em? [Refrain] Uh-huh, okay, yeah yeah, alright Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh Uh-huh! Okay! Yeah Yeah! Alright! Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh That's some bomb shit

[Verse 1] Oh shit, Pat's at it again! Making white folk mad in a panicky bend! Best of luck, if had a fuck, wouldn't give it up For the feelings of the children of the ones who gave the whippings I'm motherfucking Black, and I'm motherfucking proud Motherfucking loud! Can you fuckers hear me now? Your reign on the top just stopped, peace privilege And it should be given that I'm livin' my opinion But you're quite livid - Why, you didn't get it? I'm sorry, can't relate, I got a lot up on my plate I exist in a space when my case to exist Is a pace and a skip to the grave from the crib And it's not your fault if an ancestor got mad pleasure From my people's displeasure with the leather But whip me into shape in a debate around race? You best vacate, go and turn about face "How he gone behave? Now why's he in a craze?" Look bitch, it's a free world, what you want me to say? I apologize if you feeling sodomized by the thought of my Rebel ways, let me fortify the phrase, rebel ways So if you ain't privy to rebel rage, you ain't seen shit yet Call my bluff, place bets If I ain't fucking fell on my Black face yet And y'all still uptight - I must be doing something right, 'cause   [Chorus] With so much drama in the world today It's kinda hard being B-L-A-C-K They hanging onto every little word I say Looking for me to slip up, to persecute a nigga But this Black brother ain't bending over backwards I'm not your boy and no you're not my master So, back the fuck up, and don't catch feelings Your reaction is revealing, but it ain't all that appealing [Refrain] Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You mad? You mad? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Too bad! Too bad Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You mad? You mad? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who's bad? [Verse 2] "Stop that Black guy!" I don't like what he said Well stop these cops, I don't like to be dead And I don't like to be fed that liberal bullshit All lives matter? I'm sorry, what's the matter? I've lost my place in this great American novel I missed the part on White plight, but what do I know? The burden of a man? Determined by his hands And the pigment that is in 'em - It wasn't my invention Drok said never let a White man give you trouble And that motherfucker German, I ain't living in a bubble Humble when I wanna be, not when you want me to be And if that ain't case, tell my G's we was never free And ready up a riot, fuck it, we already dyin' 'Cause these White niggers flipping over gluten free diets While these triggers steady pryin', every politician lyin' Yeah I'm violent - Wanna deny my rights? Come and try it   [Chorus] With so much drama in the world today It's kinda hard being B-L-A-C-K They hanging onto every little word I say Looking for me to slip up, to persecute a nigga But this Black brother ain't bending over backwards I'm not your boy and no you're not my master So, back the fuck up, and don't catch feelings Your reaction is revealing, but it ain't all that appealing With so much drama in the world today It's kinda hard being B-L-A-C-K They hanging onto every little word I say Looking for me to slip up, to persecute a nigga But this Black brother ain't bending over backwards I'm not your boy and no you're not my master You beat around the bush, like pervert outside a window I'm weeded on the kush and indo, okay [Verse 3] Seriously, if what you're fearing is me You ain't hearing the pleas, you don't wanna believe There's millions of motherfuckers just like me D-D-Do the math bastard, it's not just me You dummies can't see, though articulate and innocent I helm from a family of hell, mad niggerish Gotta spit ridiculous for you to understand That I've seen some shit couldn't dream, goddamn But Eurocentricity's a mystery to me A disease, blinds you from what you oughta see Kid please, I can wipe my ass with your degree You think that piece of paper gone save you? Shit The nature of your nutriment's a little segregated You live it, you defend it, you were never meant to change it And any fella questionin' the state of your arrangement You holla 'bout equality when you ain't never gave shit Contrast between that and everything you've taken is stark The answer to where we gonna start In why this conversation's never taken place And your Facebook face ain't the same when in your basement We know what you be saying, We ain't playing, I'm reporting It's important I implore a little wisdom while recording These punk motherfuckers support every sport They'd cower if a power forward stepped on they porch Or perhaps I got the torch, going forth on a witch hunt Ain't gotta name names, they're relevant this much Zip cunts, the thighs of your guise are closed Ain't fucking my culture 'round me, no more And if it's awfully awkward for all of ya, call up a therapist Tell her how fragile your peril is And how oppressin' my ebon-expression is Wait, what's the lesson? Forgot what the question is

[Verse 1] This is a declaration, definitely decorated Audio authentication via verbal affidavit I’m here to testify, rectify the death of my genre The thoughts I ponder they roam yonder Y'all wander in and out of these various social areas Barriers that I'm stuck behind, I find it quite nefarious America's character doesn't fit its own narrative The damn Grand Dragon used to stand where the sheriff is I was born near the end of the Reagan days Came of age in the Bush years, the era of “Push Fear” Now that I’ve matured, I’m only sure of one thing We failed to make real Dr. King’s one dream So this is for the White sheep riding to the beat And my Black peeps who prompt them to cautiously cross the street Often we fall asleep behind the wheel of perception But I'm rhymin' wide awake drivin' a stake into affections The soul of these blues be the rhythm of the feeble If it don't reflect back that, it isn't Black people If it's shuckin' and it's jivin' just like an average Negro I bet you that behind it is a European ego We control not a thing, not a scene in this production American corruption, the function of our destruction A race war ain't a far fetched thing, face it Way I see it going down’s everybody versus the racists The sexists too, coming up next is you And the homophobes, get rid of them all, clear the globe When coloreds, gays and women are made out to be the villains Little Dylan feels like a victim, and engages in killin' Where's Jigga with his opinion? See we able and willin' To take an innocent position in a candlelight vigil Need a torch for my civil rights in spite of these civic wrongs Give my all, leg and arm, every single song, I [Hook] Thought long and hard 'bout what I should say Yaddy-Yadda-Ya B-B-B-Blah B-Blah Nana-Na-Na-Na Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha -Ha I thought long and hard 'bout what I should say Never sold my soul, no no I hold my own I go on and on on and on and on [Verse 2] Pick a dinner pot, I'll stir up the thickest plot Should we spit some filler pop? Or go Killer Croc on these killer cops? Too many ass wipes grab a mic and play it safe I'll keep it light in the next life on a later date Ain’t afraid to demonstrate estimations that instigate Wasn't bred in the States? I doubt you even get it Drake Gummy bear soft lyricists ain't sure if it's The very last days or a scary new wave Either way, they lack rudeness to enact improvement Associate with real Black movement? They ain't that stupid I give a fuck if this stuff has a catch to a critic You can lick my butt - What? This is rap music Quit giving dap to them asshats who can't do it Line them up in tandem, I'll stamp them out in a tantrum Tall, dark, and handsome, hold fans for ransom This letter is an anthem, you can tell by the header that I [Hook] Thought long and hard 'bout what I should say Yaddy-Yadda-Ya B-B-B-Blah B-Blah Nana-Na-Na-Na Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha -Ha I thought long and hard 'bout what I should say Never sold my soul, no no I hold my own I go on and on on and on and on [Verse 3] Now I thought long and hard about what I should say Figured I might lose a friend or two or three on the way But dude there’s so much fucking fakery and evil today And if you can’t relate, just think of me as Neo, okay? I perceive reality mathematically and actually The Earth is overpopulated, though you’re obligated Not to say that incarceration’s a way to do away with Populations that you can’t exterminate Because the Nazi nation made it obvious When explicit it isn’t permitted Now it’s subtle, but it’s still trouble, people still feel it If I should fall, you can crawl to where I fell Watch me hop back on the horse to continue the course My talk sky walks, I'ma give you the force Surface level ain't my purpose, I get into the source I ain't programmed for slow jams, no ma'am My truth is my proof, I'm tied to, I'll likely try to Resuscitate White youth Hi dude, I invite you To fight through the spite that I might gripe on the mic It’s all hype, but if you dig through the pain and the energy Even an enemy could potentially be a friend of me It’s Teclas Negras y P Batalla, Musica Negro, taking you higher To levels that ain’t low enough for the devils of treble Who sonically got a lot on me, but ironically never Say the things I gotta say in the way that I say them To the people I say them to, with the medium I say it through Peep my little album once, give it like a day or two Return and then confirm that what you learned was what you earned And if you're missing all this stuff you ain’t listening hard enough I don’t mean to be berating you, afraid these are the terms Set by my predecessors, professors in my profession I’m steppin' in the direction of reverence for their methods But I question everything, never lessen the hunger buddy 'Til those that I study under are bumped to my understudies What a lovely little feeling to not have to be appealing To hype - Skip lunch, make rap, fuck what you like It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes GUILLOTINE! I’m feeling mean - Monster killa, Godzilla - Pantone Gila Green My inner scheme, a blue score, suited for this Black life They end me, they gone tell you that I act like what I rap like And I do. Or do I? But I don't. Though, don't I?

[Verse 1] If every rapper is a fire breathing dragon, I'm a Taste acquired, a dragon breathing fire Whose irises occupy the ire of a lion made of iron A tyrant with the temper of a giant on the mic The new millennium is already Orwellian Less than twenty in, America went Machiavellian and It's like a jungle sometimes, I fuckin' wonder What will I say to my kids when I tuck 'em under the covers? How about, "Let's Make America Great Again!" Murder officials, reissue it all to the Native men and women Whoa! Was that a threat to a Pres? With criminal intent to embed hot lead in its head? Well hey, I can't be held accountable for what I said or what I say If you get it, then you with it, you okay If you didn't then forget it, you can lick my Phillip K. Okay? If it's bad as me, it's Capital B [Chorus] B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER Patrick Motherfucking Battle   [Verse 2] You can pass judgment on motherfuckers holding the guns But son, niggas ain't dumb, we rock opposable thumbs We recognize society's affront to our bodies Commodities to European model economies So "Violence ain't the answer" type slackers - Wrap it up You embarrass me, back it up, fetch the kerosene You parrots seem to have forgotten your language Can't explain it either way, but I just wanna reclaim it Why I'm back with an album I barely even can fathom To recapture the blackest factors of being combative A combination of magic with tragic habits to mask it Pat cannot relax until you rappers burn to ashes You mingle with the lingo and Bingo! You got a single Go pop 'cause the fun don't stop like... Greasy motherfuckers, always placing a product Is that how you was brought up? Motherfucker I ain't bought up, I [Chorus] B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER Patrick Motherfucking Battle B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER B-A-T-T-L-E POWER Battle Motherfucking Power [Verse 3] Rap bloggers bother me The content they offer's fucking weak Weak prose for weak posers on weak beats I tune in every week to see if it's hit its peak But every time I fucking blink, I find myself falling asleep They oughta borrow revolvers - From their fathers for starters And blow their brains out from the cranium to the collar I bet a million dollars their followers couldn't conjure up a reason Why they let these hipster FUCKS try to lead 'em To be candid, we don't need 'em, we can write our own rules again Bring back the hooligan in youth out the human man Feel good rappers be repetitive as reruns Yeah I used to be one, so I know one when I see one I don't really fuck with you - Don't they make enough of you? What're you? Number two-thousand-two-hundred and twenty-two? What I'm trying to do is bring a challenge to the balance I don't rep the streets, I rep the motherfucking madness You passionate for this? Or wanna climb up a chart? Y'all can play Hip-Hopoly while I'm here minding my art Rhyming up and down these beats screaming "Fuck the police" While rappers got these blogger's balls fucking stuck in they teeth Now please report your mic to your master or your pastor They'll return it you wrapped in a napkin after the rapture Put it out to pasture - I'm tasked with the chore Of encouraging the wack to go as ghost as Casper I don't follow fools, fools follow rules You dudes follow rules, so I don't follow yous If I see a Molotov on the floor, motherfucker what the fuck I'm gone do? Pick It Up, Pick It Up While you bending rap over, dick to butt to get a nut Trying to live it up I'm burning down your hut with just a blunt Come on, be up front, whose growth can't y'all stunt? Pat Motherfuckin' Battle - Wh-Wha, What, What?

[Verse] Oh yes, it's a motherfuckin' mess I'd say Middle of the Midwest, where I rest my case And I stress - You fuckin' with one of the most fresh The P-A-T-B- Hey, they know the rest Motherfucker who - Motherfuckin' live Do a motherfuckin' dive out my motherfuckin' mind Whoo! What? Battle grew stronger and bigger And I'm the motherfucker ya stuck wit Motherfuck whatever the fuck you thought this was You oughta known better 'fo you went and bought yo drugs That achieving my high is such a motherfuckin' miracle 'Cause punk ass heroes ain't about that buzz I get lyrical runnin' off at the motherfuckin' mouth Me and my lady keep a quarter ounce in the motherfuckin' house Some motherfuckers say I talk too much Well fuck 'em, they mad, they uncles used to touch 'em Fuck silence - Trump up the mindless violence to the spineless guys who designed it So middle finger to the law every single day Still fuck America, raw with the triple K -Y, No Vaseline, and no nipple play Every rhyme I give away'll hit and ricochet Off a trust fund punk, he a prick and I'm not one I keep my eyes on the nine double um... Black boy hunters, penile short comers No wonder - Fuck them motherfuckin' motherfuckers Their mothers shoulda never been fuckin' without a rubber And their Papas shoulda never even dialed their fuckin' numbers When they met 'em - So take shots at me Get 'em less you gettin' got, when I lick a verbal shot in response Motherfuckers flop on the motherfuckin spot I'm cold as a cube, 'cause it's motherfuckin' hot up in this bitch So motherfucker burn, motherfucker burn Like a motherfuckin perm 'til these motherfuckers learn That I'll forever keep a grin and grudge I love fuckin' shit up, I never will budge, why? 'Cause I ain't afraid of motherfuckin' shit Here's a bit of a bitter conclusion I've come to "You don't like how I'm livin'? Well fuck you!" "Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with?" It goes one-eight-seven on a motherfuckin' cop Till these motherfuckers stop with these motherfuckin' shots That make motherfuckers drop by the motherfuckin' dozens You can't play dumb, why you motherfuckers shruggin'? It goes one-eight-seven on a motherfuckin' cop One eight seven on a motherfuckin' One-eight-seven on a One-eight-seven My food for thought is the tastiest, yes But stupid motherfuckers shouldn't play my shit 'Cause I'm an atheist and in the bass we trust We'll erase your faith if you deface the funk You'll get scarred, marred, jarred, tarred This is what they bar from the motherfuckin' bars and the clubs Fuck a trend, can I get motherfuckin' amen? No? What you fuck you got to say then? Some say "Pat, I don't wanna hear that rough crap" "Ain't you done enough rap?" I'm like "Motherfuck that!" I'd rather have a tack for a dick and then hump a hunchback Than give in on the motherfuckin' mission like a punk-ass Peep every word in between every curse Just think of it as clean, you'll be reimbursed for your time And if you're much averse to my verse Well I don't give a cuff like the F word reversed 'Cause I'd rather be another motherfucker dead For poppin' off at mouth with shit I shouldn't of said Mother F the US and all fitty states And fuck Lady Liberty in the motherfuckin' face This ain't a case of misplaced rage In this great place and in this day and age? Let me relay a little phrase my brother I ain't scared of you motherfuckers Muzzle me? Humble me? Me? Motherfucker please - freeze You bees in the trap? Got keys to the back? Well I fiend for the rap, and y'all need to relax Y'all need me to act, 'cause your softy wit It ain't sought for shit against waspy shit So just watch me rip, fuck motherfuckin' pop and the po-po Stoppin' hip hop is a no no If you ain't got a motherfuckin' clue How a motherfucker do without a motherfuckin' crew I'll show you - fuck the nonsense, let's be honest I need less brothas on the court, more in congress Sayin' "We ain't gonna ball 'till you fall" And white folks can watch paint crawl down a wall 'Cause a common man's drama is a rich man's pill And if a fuck isn't given, then the shit gets real like Motherfuckin' loot, motherfuckin' rob March a motherfuckin' mob to they motherfuckin' job Motherfuckin' rows, fuckin' motherloads Shoot a motherfuckin' load on your mother's fuckin' robe That's fuckin' odd, oh my motherfuckin' god Blow a motherfuckin' wad on your motherfuckin' squad Motherfuckin' Pat's - Motherfuckin' back Throw a motherfuckin' scratch on this motherfuckin' track Motherfuck your dad - Motherfuck your mom Motherfuck Uncle Sam - Motherfuck an Uncle Tom There's bomb in my mouth goes boom! You bitch ass cartoons ain't ready for my dark doom Y'all just fart fumes, fan y'all the fuck out Quackin' like a motherfuckin' dick with ya duck out So if you lucked out, took the quick punk route sucka Fuck ya weak shit motherfucker Fuck 'em

[Verse] I think I think dark thoughts I spot a war in the Rorschach inkblot To some, Black people are all an illusion And Black music's a hallucinogen They tune in again and again like friends Reality sets in, where are they then? Go on pretend that it is what it is 'Til your third eye blind goes live and your lid Lifts, revealing the charm of the farce No marchin' like Martin, let's bomb on these sharks I pop with my art, but first things first In riots the quiet one's always the worst The thirst to reverse any curse on the Earth takes work And it's worth being hurled in a hearse But right now, I gotta bide my time That's why these rhymes occupy my mind To keep me chill 'till I'm free to kill Any enemy who wanna keep me still Now please be real, it's a Battle and the options Are fight, sit tight, or provide correspondence It's toxic to box it all up Oh I'm ominous, bruh? I do not give a fuck We need another cool song like I need a motherfucking hole in my head When I'm goin' to bed Like Fred when CPD blew lead through his threads Left brother man dead when they fled Pigs get stuck in Baton Rouge and in Dallas? They call that madness? We call that balance Course this is malice, but where does it start? Sixteen hundred seventy's a good mark But I digress, can't hide my stress It rises real high right inside of my chest So with each sweet breath, I thank my stars I ain't been shot, been locked behind bars Schooled in the burbs, so all I know all the words That keep Whites calm, ignorant to our qualms Enough that they tend to forget that I'm me And spill all their secrets so feverishly I know how they think, the ball's in my court Not a shot in the dark when I talk and retort From Chicago to Colorado and New York If we're hunted for sport, let's boycott sports Embargo this music, I'll do it, I'm down I'd give it all up, sacrifice every sound To prove to these clowns we ain't palin' around While they piling up bodies by gunnin' us down Pull Black culture from everything From all of the arts to the very small parts In large, quit letting them eat all that cake That they lucky to have in the first fuckin' place Stop frontin' and prayin', dude move on this mission This mood isn't fiction, it's human tradition Intrinsic as sinnin', essential as livin' 'Twas was written by wig wearin' Christians from Britain So whether you wild or take silent positions We're all compromised in some violent admission See I kick a mix of that righteous and raw A right to be hostile, I'm tight with my jaw I write by the law of the rebel And revel in devilish echoes on levels falsetto A measure of retro, a chunk of the punk A crumb of the grunge, a lump of the funk A pinch of progressive, a hint of hardcore And when it comes to flow, who could ask for mo'? In everyday life I am calm as a clam But I'm clammed the fuck up as an African man It's culminated out of conscious of Klan And lack of response from the opposite man Revolution is violent - If violence is bad Then what of the one that our White people had? We live in that radical aftermath And now it's forbidden? You gotta be kiddin' In everyday life when the cops shoot a kid We rush in to do what we just fucking did So I'm done with that dopey degenerate dream That peace pimpin' shit, while we split at the seams It seems - My themes are in line with the times I could drop me a rhyme or go cop me a nine one-eight-seven a cop, but the proper response To this madness is that I just pray that it stop? I can't even keep up with the rate of the wakes Re-writing my words to keep up the pace But some faces are runnin' in place 'cause of faith That gospel and pop state the same fuckin' case Now rappers all crying for harmony, why? I'm leery of cops, give the army the eye It's conceivable people could want me to die But to kill us and walk means the law is a lie And if that be the truth, then the fuck with the booth I'm no rapper, I'm Patrick, ain't rude or uncouth And you know this I hope, if you've met me on Earth That I joke and I'm funny, I knew it, it works Now behold all the hurt even burbs can instill In our skin like the sun, but converted to chills You've heard it, you've read it, it's relevant, real I've seen it and lived it, it snaps at my heel So if ever a coup's followed through to the end And a new attitude is saluted to and We murder these burglars like hamburger slaves Hack em up, pack 'em up, send 'em away I'ma be the one up front actin' up Ain't no bluff in my act, ain't no trap in this punch In fact, just a hunch, I don't move you that much You shruggin' like "What the fuck's up with this punk?"

[Verse 1] The bacon in blue is a bad master Step forward, get blast backward My trap be flapping like a mad pastor I don't preach, I just rap bastard Say my peace - We seek more Who are we? We the meek and poor Yeah of all colors, brothers we deplore When the rhymes are weak and the beat's a bore I deliver the dinner like I'm a pizza boy Serving suckas my slice of life No hype, no lights My motherfucking vice? The mic And we can roll dice, aight? I bet I'll beat you in this battle of wits I'll plead the first, you can handle the fifth When dat goes piff, my candle is lit The wick goes quick - I spit dope shit I get no hits on the buzz meter No hits on the pop charts cuz neither My pieces reaching these leeching leaders Breaching teeth, now their speech is weaker Sock it to you like Shaka Zulu Hip hop, it ought to be shocking to you Fuck the police, schools too Who said "Shut up fool when I'm talking to you" Can't mute this dude, he's supa dupa Fuck pouncing I'm stomping Koopa Your mind's benign, and I'm popping tumors Malignant, to hell with the Hallelujahs Goofy newbies pick easy topics To flaunt their secrets like leaky faucets Taunting wallets, and bank and stuff But hold up, hey! They can't rank with us At the very least they can't rock with P 'Cause they ain't walked around in the dark as me They imported we all as sport For dorky four feet porkys to torture poor peeps Posse? None, my posture possibly off to some It's probably hardly all up to one If I had my fun it'd be Marcus Garvey clones riding Harleys So ungodly, human even But idols lie, they can ruin reason So not to I, nor towards the sky When you searching wide for the clues you seekin' That higher hip is my kind of cliff I'm dying to hop out my hieroglyph I climbed inside it to find my niche And behold a glitch, life's a bitch   [Chorus] Lonely globe, this only stone Lost in space, take me home When in Rome, my type of poem Rebellious, hell yes, I'm off my dome Grown lone wolf, grown lone wolf, lone wolf Grown lone wolf, grown lone wolf, lone wolf [Verse 2] Pop or cop a squat, I gotta drop the deuce You quacks better duck, I'm Papa Goose Like Dr. Seuss, I'm ninety proof, and ten fact I'll bend back and fold Ben, yes five times, I'll choke time My broke mind will bang drums in cold space In slow climbs and low vibes Most artists depict the times Pardon, no, forgive the lie Any MC who commits to tryin' I'll rip out his spine, and whip his behind I got fish to fry, dragons to slay Get your ass from up out of the way Everything I say's a radical phrase When I spray the cray there ain't a damn delay Last thing I want out your mouth is praise Just raise your fist and admit to this My net worth, it was split to fifths Now I ain't convinced of whose wrist to slit Forefathers or their whore mothers Who decided brothers were a source to plunder Now many more summers have past At last we drag on, and no wonder My nose runnin', no tissue is issued Haven't been abused, the indifference'll get you killed Or, better yet, vilified after you're dead They'll still speak ill In retrospect, yet, it seems funny See, my people used to be money So stop pretending, the lives these cops are ending Are not just wasteful spending Michael Brown took six hits And the government gave zero shits The media's no recourse for us Corporate thugs, still pulling they old tricks We live in times where different tribes Cannot abide by these picket signs So I'm pitchin' rhymes like fishin' lines The beat is bait, with the hook you're mine [Chorus] Lonely globe, this only stone Lost in space, take me home When in Rome, my type of poem Rebellious, hell yes, I'm off my dome Grown lone wolf, grown lone wolf, lone wolf Grown lone wolf, grown lone wolf, lone wolf

[Verse 1] My demons roll shotgun with me We'll bleed into a brick wall at light speed likely When life is ejected from the front of the Intrepid My crash-test-dummy soul ghost ride the whip Split ripples in the windshield, my shit'll spin wheels Get them gears grindin' like a coal into a diamond The cherry in America's pie, it's been busted I knew it reminiscin' on the visions as a chitlin' The shit that pipe-hittin' babysitters used to do to us? Duct-tape over the face? Ain't nothing' new to us So I dedicate the bluest to my sister My Black heart bleeds - She ain't even a mister But if all I had to do was sport a Windsor and just differ From the average nigga, then I guess I wouldn't be a nigger Thinking everything I do oughta be quicker, bigger, slicker 'Cause my lips thicker, roots run in this dirt a little richer Off the Richter - Shakes me to my core, I can't ignore it They flaunt it, and I want it, but doggonit, can't afford it That peace of mind, knowing that just everything is fine Where sanity is vanity, I'm going out my mind Am I mentally disturbed? Or culturally deterred? Or discouraged - Nightmares recur, dreams deferred Sinking deep as worms, in the depths of all the dirt Peeking at the heavens through the crevice of the Earth like [Chorus] Gimme all your hate and I'll take it to the heart And bleed back the Black, in the very very end I'll Be what I will be I could not foresee this thing happening to you [Verse 2] Go distress over the pledge while I step over the ledge Emotions in my head? They hurry you to yo bed It must be something I said, 'cause every time that I speak My tongue rip through the cheek like teeth, you want no beef Robot Foghorns ain't brave enough To embrace the slave rage, so our race is stuck They take away our safe space, chain us up Bondage, as if we ain't been raped enough Now do we suffer from depression or maybe just life's lessons? The pain hurts and the adrenaline is impressive I'm festive in group settings, I thank the Academy When alone I feel the gravity ravage me with its savagery Paranoid as fuck, hungry for validation Starved for some regard as an artist within this nation Or better yet a human, by the looks of what they're doin' I'm a dude to be pursued for brutalism and ruin I got suicidal quotes for when my human vitals slope Here's my lurid final note for any tourists on my boat If by hanging from the rope they designated for my folks Or blooSo kying bathwater, whenever I'm goner I'ma wander 'round these haunted towns, ghosted in this armor The offspring of a janitor, grandson of a farmer Karma make me king or put a comma on the drama Ain't a marijuana plant potent enough to kill tomorrow, so [Chorus] Gimme all your hate and I'll take it to the heart And bleed back the Black, in the very very end I'll Be what I will be I could not foresee this thing happening to you [Verse 3] Okay, all these motherfuckers say they ride for the cause As soon as you ask them if they'd die for the cause They shut the fuck up, 'cause that rough type of stuff Is better left to caution-to-the-wind type friends like me? Wait, I mean, you think I could be? Effective in this course, like an elective, but respectively If Kanye and Kelly Conway can have some say Then my middle class ass is saying all bombs away Palm the arms that you bought from the pawn shop today And blow your own fucking brains out I'll scrape the bloody stain off of the wall 'Cause the way I'm really feeling often y'all Is like kidnapping rappers, tying up and offin' them all Ain't a tool you could use to put a lock on my jaw So if rap's dead, I don't care who shot it in the head So long as I, Black guy, survives some apartheid The negro spiritual will never end gentlemen

[Verse 1] If my genre's dead, I'm a zombie man, call the army then I can't find my head, I lose my mind nights when I lie in bed By a tiny thread of cred, I shred the dread and push on ahead I lead myself and fled what the F they spread They said they had the meds, so I begged and plead Follow me por favor, toward the shore Say no more, that's what war is meant for Slept on more floors than I've kept score If I can't soar up, I'm down to roar I croon to the moon, swoon in the doom The gloom, it blooms new tunes in the womb Soon the fumes will allude to a boom Calm as a bomb, calm as a bomb armed in my palm I'm alarmed by the pawns who be gone come dawn I lay my grenade on a lawn, it spawns Swan songs for the lost and weak The cost of loss is so obsolete When a bullet can Frogger across a street And go launching a college kid off his feet The equality's quality's probably cheap Hardly deep, now that's hard to keep Of course I want a piece of the pie, I'm high Worse on Earth, better off in the sky Heart in the art, spirited lyrics So I'll never quite die - Clever, bright, wise Whether that lies in a rap disguise I pacify the acts that you ratify I had to find the why in the will To kill the damn demon deep down in streams of dreams 'Cause I see [Chorus] With nowhere to run to I thought we once were Afraid to live Afraid to fight our way through Moonlight is pouring in You let the demons in It's far too late to save you I'm not afraid to face the rapture [Verse 2] The past is after us, fasten up I'm here 'cause a series of massacres Left me for dead in diaspora So I'm soft as a Velociraptor bruh With jurassic baggage and a batch of madness My addict habits are raps and adlibs I have to have it in my repertoire A reservation reserved in a reservoir When the fleet's depleted I feel a bit defeated When I kick the beat, it'll reheat the reason I wrestle with words, stress incurs More inspiration for the stimulation Incubation stage phases me Perhaps this isn't what I'm made to be Relax Pat, someday you'll see What it all was for, I mean all them doors That closed slow, I suppose my woes Echo and explode in flows of text so Foes who yet pose in throes of fresh gold A plot I cannot let go like "Presto" But to learn is let a worm burr in the brain Rearrange everything ever been explained Abstract lane for a metaphoric train Transport pain in a molecule of rain What I've lost dawg, how do I regain? Blow me out of frame? Only out of fame? Disloyal to the game - Say it quite plain I'll never take a pill that chills, I feel afraid to give, but too brave to live I'm made to fill gaps in your favorite meal The ones you throw out and forbade they steal Nowhere to run, they face the gun [Chorus] With nowhere to run to I thought we once were Afraid to live Afraid to fight our way through Moonlight is pouring in You let the demons in It's far too late to save you I'm not afraid to face the rapture [Bridge] I'll never back down, I just brush the blood off There's so much more to you Now show me what you're made of I only trust in you 'Cause when you've lost your mind You got absolutely nothing left to lose [Verse 3] When I sit back ripped and I burn a few I think Horton would flip if he heard The Who Then I switch to the lit for a firmer view It makes me hotheaded like I permed my do But I'll never do that, it's nothing or naps I stay natchy, my name's catchy Pat Battle, I ain't poppy The seed that sow is hope mommy Can't catch me, I'm Jerry, very quick Barely there, you ain't snaring shit Dropping psalms on your shitty songs My gritty drums are Timmy's tongue Super loud, Busta Rhymes, give it to me now Rap is a scene, kinda like a movie now Honors and barters personas as martyrs While murders you've heard of converge with the lot of -- Coinkydink? I don't think, I smell a ruse Dios Mio, Jesus De La Cruz The government fucking the public, no lube Some brothers are puppets to tugs on a shoe Massa claps, they dance on cue It's true, they don't really answer to you So fuck the fans and followers man You ain't emancipatin' with a proclamation To this chattel rap trap that plagues the nation What could the whole sham be more hollower than? I wanna hear a motherfucker with economy plans Not a real appealing feel good equality jam You ain't a model fam, more like like a modeling man Any fucking asshole can win a lottery, damn And that's where hip hop is at now But I'll never back down, so you better back down What a pleasure to weather this storm in which I was born, in sapien form I may be informed, but I'm fortunate To know why my form is unfortunate The history of here's like a torture flick The score's the whip, can't afford to slip Like a corner's pick who returns a six Like a Christmas gift from the Grinch, that bitch My list - Bring down the Fistagon I inch along mist, get my missile on Pissed off so I'm pissing on nightmares, don't get me wrong One factor, I master, I practice, I capture this rapture

[Verse 1] Apologies! I ain't no cultural anomaly I never thought and concurrently don't think I'm a prodigy Oddly, my body brings baggage to my status My melanin encrusted skeleton's an apparatus That used to dig on the doctrine they pushed by the big Doctor They propped the King up for us pawns, and we kept noddin' On some "We shall overcome, and our people will grow as one" Let's be reasonable son, that credence is pretty dumb We clung to Lady Liberty's skirt and put all the work in She hung us from the top of her shirt, and it's closed curtains Some moves are inexcusable, notably when the moving crew Never quite owned up to burning our house down We pipe down these Mario tunnels and funnel facts up Valid ones! Foxes, peacocks, you need to back up Ain't standin' for no anthem, they can fight me they don't like it Call me KaeperNick Fury, take a shit while they recite it Then they can tell me if their country loves me [Chorus] Or is it that she loves me not? Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me Although my head says she loves me not Oh no, your soul says she loves me But, yo, I know that she loves me not Now what I got is a national broken home With an abusive Uncle Sam who can't stand what I am [Verse 2] Now is Pat mad at the world? That’s between the world and me But if life's giving referrals, we should get one for free You see they treat us like freaks and then flee with our own genius If it weren't for us they'd probably be speaking that old English Thus spoke when they stirred up the hoax of the schmo Jesus Like Mary carried to term a fetus with no penis You believe this? I don't think so, but I do think that them gringos Got very genocidal plans for me and my mans We embrace it, they place bracelets tight around our hands And say "Assume acute angle stance", patting down our pants Like we're all at a ball, and all the hogs wanna dance And one of two moves they know is the Murderena and so I know we're stuck in this arena with dictators and divas Who swear that they all bear what are elite facial features And we're just leeches who used to pick the cotton for their t-shirts It's cray what you can slay with a few centuries of free work Had us weepin' from the willow, rotten black fruit of the loom How do they slip into their sleep at night? Is there room in the room? With all the Hortons and the Barbars and Snuffleupaguses Don't trust they'll ever discuss the real function of the injustice As pups they are instructed to hush at the very subject Their abnormally formal, unrealistically rustic So the scales of Lady-Whats-It are technically asymmetrical Her nation is priority, slavery's parenthetical Ain't ethical, but could I let it go if she loves me? [Chorus] Or is it that she loves me not? Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me Although my head says she loves me not Oh no, your soul says she loves me But, yo, I know that she loves me not Now what I got is a national broken home With an abusive Uncle Sam who can't stand what I am [Verse 3] Yeah, my deepest fear is this deep this year It's rooted in Black thought, folded up in me like a laptop That state homicides and demonizing of Islamic ties Will rise on the horizon of a new age of pile ons Adding to the ever growing list of shit to fix And we'll never stop feeling like we're three thirds of a fifth So when oppressors most high begin to self identify Through the power of the vote? Do I expect much? Nope! Fuck hope! These devils been embellishing this hellish wind Since settlements American initially were carried in Authoritarian variants vary who they bury From poets to the know it alls who'd ever dare expose it all I wonder if we'll grow at all or slow it all to a toadish crawl Torn apart by war and art atop this living bowling ball Spinning into the gutter y'all, pinheaded this system is America's a bad mother Listen to the kids Hands over little hearts saying she loves me [Chorus] Or is it that she loves me not? Ha! Ha! - Your heart says she loves me Although my head says she loves me not Oh no, your soul says she loves me But, yo, I know that she loves me not Now what I got is a national broken home And the motherfucking propaganda goes The condescension and the pretension, I gotta mention Micro-aggressions and the passive aggressiveness Appropriation, and misinterpretation Humiliation on a world-wide scale y'all But I think about America - She loves me And then I think about America - She loves me not But shit, if you insist she loves me I guess I'm insane, when I hear that bitch say I hate you