| You wish it was you, don’t you why you asking? | 
| Try to break the law of attraction | 
| Get a piece of my attention like a fraction of a ration | 
| Or a measly little morsel | 
| They suck your blood if you believe in the immortals | 
| We nocturnal like a sleeping disorder | 
| See the water drawing away from the shore | 
| This ain’t no ordinary storm | 
| We fighting for a humanitarian cause | 
| But have yet to show up in Darfur | 
| The Arab Spring is what it’s called | 
| But they looking at the pride before the fall | 
| They say it ain’t about the spoils of war | 
| But turn around and tell you how much more the oil will cost | 
| Steal the land from the Native American and make our missiles Tomahawks | 
| Make him a mascot, dress up like him for sport | 
| As a final assault to his beautiful culture | 
| Scavengers, feasting on the dead like a vulture | 
| Snacking; | 
| how you keeping up with my rapping? | 
| You barely keeping up with Kardashian | 
| You caught up in distraction | 
| It’s the living proof you try to make the truth elastic as Mr. Fantastic | 
| I’m recycling these rappers | 
| Truthfully, these dudes is plastic | 
| Coming through the front door blasting | 
| I ain’t talking bout them e-mails | 
| That you always send to the masses | 
| That somehow end up in my trash bin | 
| The game is distraction | 
| Give a fuck if the President wear a flag pin | 
| Rhyming is deep as holes Chilean miners are trapped in | 
| Or the cracks in the earth under Asia Minor causing disasters | 
| Deep cuts way above your minor infractions | 
| Talk to people like children cause that’s how they acting | 
| Hold their hands like minors in traffic | 
| The captains of industry and the lovers of status quo | 
| Have a deep-seeded fear of change | 
| For them it’s strange they wanna go | 
| Back to the 50s, they asking for a return | 
| But them days is much blacker, for lack of a better term | 
| We adapted to this culture, but this culture we had to learn | 
| Came about as as natural as a perm on a pachyderm | 
| These fascists have had their turn | 
| We passing them German burners, them Lugers | 
| The next shooters waiting for Superman, they get nothing but Lex Luthor | 
| America’s nightmare, as vivid as Fred Kruger | 
| Our heroes are dead to us | 
| Spirit that bled through us | 
| Endear us with the spirit but the flow is so foolish | 
| What you hearing is precision | 
| The people so thirsty, what they seeing is mirages | 
| But apassion Photoshopping and your YouTube collages | 
| Coming through like Collossus | 
| Exposing the false prophet | 
| Taught how to do the knowledge so I’m never off-topic | 
| A lie is like a potion | 
| First it gets you open | 
| Then you swallow whole straight for the truth | 
| Fuck the chaser, skip religion and the politics | 
| Head straight to the compassion | 
| Everything else is a distraction |