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Undefeated

 

Undefeated

(album: Kult 45 - 2018)


Y'all thought you could stop me?
You fucking scrubs
You fucking bloodsuckers
You fucking never was

I was fighting giants
Before I could speak
I was born to raise hell
So swells of fire comforts me

What y'all know about that?
Not a goddamn thing

I was raised in poverty
No safe space
Inside the house
Or on the streets

But still I made my dream come true
Not like you motherfuckers
That settled for monotony

I don't listen to hemorrhoids
I don't listen to that shit you speak

But I'd you got something to say
You know where to find me
Either fucking my side chick
Or strategizing mutinies

This ain't a game no more
Nor since you motherfuckers
Elected that orange whore

Kult 45
I hope you know what you're in for

You've been took
You've been hoodwinked
You've been led astray
Bamboozled
Run amok

He's using human ammunition
In a cultural war
And who's going do the fighting
Not him
It'll be his cultural bitch boys
Versus the poor

Yeah, y'all thought you could stop me
Well take you're best shot
Gimme all you got

I was built for this
I was built for the siege

We got militarized cops
Murdering unarmed black kids
At traffic stops

They letting white kids off
After raping a girl
Behind a dumpster
His rich daddy got him off

And what happened to you brother?
Have you forgotten who grew you inside their womb?

What if it was your mother?
Your sister, your daughter?
Your wife, your girlfriend?
What if it was your brother?

Would you just let him off scot-free?
Knowing he could walk the streets
And find another?

If so
Then you're just as guilty as he
Because then you're an enabler
You normalize this behavior

Silence equals complicity

And if you're feeling offended
Then these rhymes were meant for you
If you're feeling empowered
Then we got work to do
Come on!

Meet me at the barricades
Be ready for a fight
Always punch a Nazi
This is what democracy looks like

This is what democracy looks like
This is what democracy looks like

Meet me at the barricades
Be ready for a fight
Always punch a Nazi

This is what democracy looks like
This is what democracy looks like

This is what democracy looks like
This is what democracy looks like

This is what democracy looks like
This is what democracy looks like

This is what democracy looks like

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