CHORUS:

Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here,
I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air,
Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah)
This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights,
Born from the frequency that comes from this mics,
Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right)

Verse 1:

My pen is made from the gold that stole the sight from Oedipus,
Worried who you’re better than, when predator predicates,
Make strike drones are irrelevant,
Make a profit when the prophetic is pathetic and vision is relative,
Make change if your pics sell, for a better bit,
Living with decisions based in recklessness,
discovered an emotional nexus, before my next ex- is texted,
2014 is the year of morphine morphemes,
Flipping between boorish boring,
Leaving the ash on the knuckles of these cretins smoking,
Who needs flint or two sticks,
When blades made to Chop bricks,
Can leave your bathtub soaking,
Stroking for protein,
Who can sustain the beef when These chickens are choking

CHORUS:

Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here,
I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air,
Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah)
This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights,
Born from the frequency that comes from this mics,
Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right)

Verse 2:

What part of the brain sympathizes with pain,
When empathy is symmetry and then "pity" is profane,
Swimming in a sea whiskey when your city is drained,
Caught a whiff of teen spirit now you want to be Cobain,
That’s so lame, all I hear is gun bar gun bar cocaine,
Pass around a groupie that’s okay,
But someone does it to your daughter then there’s no play, no way,
Live by it and die by it, your kids will learn from it and abide by it,
There’s power in this format even when we’re divided,
But I think about the consequences before I write it,

Standing with a pot of hot grits and a grape vine,
That’s a 2nd world development bloodline,
Your sword looks like a needle from the sky,
What’s the point of staying alive, if you’re just killing time,
You are what you eat what if I swallow my pride,
Then who’s right, every story has two sides,
Conceptualize, a state of affairs where the truth is no longer what we decide,
Who’s really trilly for real,
Who’s willing to release the Kraken a beast among veal,
Turning citizens to venison the game is too real,
An eternity’s imprisonment won’t allow the fissure to heal,
Putting pressure on the snake biting heels,
That’s the natural inclination of gravity,
A rhythmic tidbit of fallacy,
Pushing us in the direction of malady,
Palate scorched by a Promethean story of tragedy

CHORUS:

Kill Billionaires, bought food for thought doesn't make it in here,
I know the reaper’s coming I can feel it in the air,
Forget the words I’m saying the emotion is bare (yeah)
This is a five point strike, fist to palm view the dawn from iron sights,
Born from the frequency that comes from this mics,
Only selling the compelling when the aura is hype (right)

Pat-Live:
wheels churning
my weed is burning
wishing freedom was accessible
as higher learning
while my mind's yearning
up comes the journey
to judge my own verdict
fuck you world attorneys.
give me liberty, or give me death,
these words i start dissecting,
neglecting responsibility i just gave myself
give me liberty without wealth?
please answer these questions
'cause the last time i asked for a handout,
i head there's no more left.
i suggest you right the wrongs and right the lefts,
create your own handout, develop your own wealth,
develop your own threat. check your mindset,
set mind should always be checked,
cause it reflects constant remaining content,
and D.I.E.
discipline is essential in the eye of the beholder
that'll mold you into destiny that lies
hand in hand with a man that is staring from the sky
breathing revival in the conscious 'til spirits immortalize;
america's word to the wise:
don't keep a caged bird, let 'em fly
or let 'em free,
america
is that why bald eagles become extinct?
'cause ever cry is on the brink, to preach,
to die from freedom of speech
and to think this land is free, land of the free?
bitch, please.