Rebel Yell.

[FR33KtheG33K]

this is the rant of a slave, with his hands on grenades,
trying to unite his fellow rebels under a flag or banner to wave,
hes been followed for months, been ducking flashes of cameras for days
bandana on face. feeling skitso - going bananas like Apes.
planning to rage, feasting on food for thought, youre feeding your stomach
obese subjects, i'm releasing secrets THE MAN keep from the public.
malicious spyware, DRONEs keep patrolling the skys here,
adverage citizens paralyzed by fear hiding behind a blind stare -
turning cheeks to the crimes designed by the High chair,
oval office consumed by spineless squares, the liars lair.
class warfare - they sit back and get pudgy while our stomach growls
but we're grubbing now, went out and made my way now watch the hunter smile. ( smale )
a voice for the vocal-less thats why they all love my sound
reporting live from the underground, brain storming thunder clouds.
..red veins beseige my iris,
the people are blind thats why they close their eyes to hide behind their eyelids,
the world keeps spinning admist the war and violence,
D.C. been over run by pirates and suited tyrants. i'm tired.
they must be comfortable just being slaves,
hit the couch, grab the remote turn on the T.V. and seal their fate
thats why whenever i speak i conceal my face
plant seeds of revolution and then disappear without a trace.
in-the-streets activism, not hacktivism trolling a page,
9/11 predicted through dollar bills you fold into planes.
my soul is enraged, read it youreself in the Georgia Stones, engraved,
our freedoms snatched our founding fathers fckin' roll in the grave.
i give a fuck if i get signed just as long as im heard,
like Nostradamus predicting the fall of two giants, by some flying birds
combining verbs to give sight to the blind just by rhyming words,
i'm unnerved, the nerve of the net nerds, these guys absurd...
they critic me, but i bet theyll read still
hip hop is my only weapon, my rock against police shields.
and i'll still rock over these beats still,
while they talk a good came it comes to action and they be still.
stick to trolling and do it for the lulz,
while i do it for my doggs, fuck it even do it for yall.
i used to recook grams down to oils and bake the fluid to raw,
til i found food for my thoughts now the truth gets absorbed,
digested and manifested on this forum for yall.
so next time you critic me just think i do this for yall.