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Conscious Rapper

 

Conscious Rapper


When I started making joke records back in '06
I never thought I'd ever be one of the last lyricists
Categorized with the guys of a genre I don't get
'Cause I rap in English and convey concepts
All these mumble rappers indicate our culture is a void
But the nihilism came from the era just before them
Conscious rappers real woke with a played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're told, you ain't a rebel
Just a well behaved slave, Stockholm sentimental
Talking 'bout you miss you miss your childhood and place you grew up, I don't
I couldn't wait to grow up and get out of the cult
You say you're sick of the corruption, giving your support
To whatever thief is promising to break you off a cut
Of the pie that he stole from the innocent and virtuous
Virtuous productive men of genius fucked
And devoured by the cannibals, hated for their good
Ripped apart and resented, we're rational animals
At war with reality, shutting off our faculties
Organized into mobs, individuality
Trade for the pressure group, I find it funny
All these real woke folks saying "Follow the Money"
You're a Marxist mark, all you see is transactions
Economic groups, intersectional factions
You chose this, traded gold for government fiat
Fuck following the money, bitch follow the ideas
Anti-capitalist sentiments is hatred of the selfish
Which is hatred of the independent thought
Which is itself a rejection of reason, which is hatred of existence
And these neurotic cowards run the ivory tower
Young minds being poisoned by lifeless professors
Persecuted Jewish bankers that have joined their oppressors
Demonizing financiers that keep us all alive
Hatred of finance and usury is hatred of the mind
Long-term plans, concepts of reality
We nail 'em to a cross so we could regulate the industry
And have a lobby system marry government to business
You wonder why businessmen profit off of prisons
Without reason there's just feelings and the group
So you crowd around a demagogue to rally up the troops
And he tells you you're a victim and you feel that it's the truth
And you wanna ask a question but you're feeling too confused
To know what actually is missing from the picture
You strengthen your conviction that someone at the top's oppressing you
But the ones who really robbed you are college intellectuals
Who turned you to a vegetable at war with the conceptual
It's all psychological extortion
Ever since Kant equated observation with distortion
Ever since Hume cut identity from objects
Now you can't project any cause and effect
You're following the same route as the other clones
Marching forward through history, forgotten and alone
Ignoring oceans of blood, mountains of bones
Altruism speaks, who are you to know?
So you do the one selfish thing you still conceive to do
You cut a rap record 'bout what you believe
And you pretend it's for the cause, for the ones that need your help
But if they deserve your wealth why can't you live for yourself?
Blank out, you feel guilty putting money in the bank
But your record sales are killing it, suburban kids are feeling this
Popping their prescriptions, swallowing your rhetoric
Big pharma got shit on what you're selling kids
Blue pill placebo, stupid and cheap stuff
That works with the mindset they learned up in school
Discombobulated thoughts, narratives and polemics
Over tunes that appeal to both emos and cool kids
You're a boot-licking Dark Age apologist
Get the hell off the stage, boy read The Fountainhead
Let the art be your guide to a Renaissance
Integrate your own mind with the sciences
Or go ahead and talk shit, leave your little comment
'Cause you making fun of Ayn's like a cockroach laughing at a giant
And on the people rituate
Manipulated by the Comprachicos of the mind
That divided into camps with superficial differences
Fighting for the life of a fetus only till it individuates
Or for the rights of a man till it clashes with the will or the visions of a leader
The collective wants to situate, your only barbiturate
Is watching a debate between snakes in a race
Who the fastest could capitulate, these are not smart people
You think they're privy to info but they all need you to feed them
You you're the one filling up these empty vessels
Conservatives argue with liberals argue with socialists argue with communists
Never getting down to the principles under the politics
Never the fundamentals under the postulates
Paternal cousins posing as opposites
United they stand, together we fall
The bed has been made, we're all fascist now
You wanted a purpose, an escape from neurosis
Surrender your thoughts, you'll be told that you're chosen
United they stand, together we fall
The road has been paved, we're all fascist now
Under God, here comes the new Dark Age
Might as well be passed out and dazed when it comes

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