I’m sick from suffocating in my head But it’s nothing, forget it, I’m just a trend (I’m just a trend) I’ll get over it once I’m red and dead (redemption 2) I’m tired, I’ve acquired trauma-induced insomnia I need some fuckin money Give me some fuckin money I need some motherfuckin money It’s stressful to be so sick with hate But make no mistake, I’m still on my shit So when I squeeze, I turn policemen into Minute Maid Yes, I don’t break, but I may snap They wanna shake me for my fruits Turn you Tom Nooks into slippers when I shoot (low battery) I ain’t got no money, I ain’t got no time But I got apples for the swine Mind and a half to take back all the capital that’s mine I got these fuckin pussies lookin at me like salami I bite back, I go Okami, pluck the leeches off me I’m sick from suffocating in my head But it’s nothing, forget it, I’m just a trend (I’m just a trend) I’ll get over it once I’m red and dead (redemption 2) I’m tired, I’ve acquired trauma-induced insomnia I need some fuckin money Give me some fuckin money I need some motherfuckin money Take a picture of the planet, it’ll last longer They crush my ribs under their boots I just come back stronger The crash is bigger the longer they try to stack it taller I’ll turn a white collar red with a black revolver Take what I know is mine, this life is do or die I hit em hard, got no mercy like I’m Cobra Kai Banzai, all my missions end in suicide Oh my god, there’s a fire in the new Versailles Better hop up off my tip, this ain’t no Uber ride Is this drive or is this nothing but my foolish pride? Even if I’m only good for two more lines I will push it to the nanosecond I run out of time I need some fuckin money Give me some fuckin money I need some motherfuckin money

I let that juice flow Think you got it, I got it twofold Doing 16 so you know that it’s a school zone Chalk and cue the pocket, Eiron is dropping soup bowls Locked in with the bars, you would swear that I was Foucault Merch booth, only spot I cop new clothes Never lacked bite, gums a garden of stalactites I always flip it when I rock, that’s stalagmites Doing shows, gigging a grind, tricks on the half pipe Spitting bread lines, blowing up parliament I’m the demo crew, Snakes is the architect It’s the blade runner, I’m coming sharp as heck Terminator vision, I make the target wet Worship the market til it giveth us our daily bread Still broke as fuck, but I’m giving rappers crazy checks And I ain’t better cuz I’m saying something salient I do donuts ‘round your lazy pen This is theory, foundational text Tugging at great capes and outpacing the rest Hit your speaker with a taser This ain’t no La Flame, this is Unskilled Labor I’m Jimi chopping a mountain Fueled by lunch meat, Jiffy Pop, and a fountain I know you want a brick of it We’re burning up money, borders, states And anything illegitimate Tut tut, the RATfuckers keep mum Illegal slaps under wraps leave the pack with the crumbs So I’m packing a punch, we’re in a time crisis The matinee’s done and my china pig’s rattling some Use our rights like a wrap for a blunt Capital punishment enacted but rebranded It’s the tap of the drum This austerity consuming like we’re apples and plumbs It’s the gnashing of teeth versus the lashing of tongues So just admit I’ve got a knack for this stuff Took a hit of billy woods, built a cabin of trunks That’s the house where I was born and made a pact with the monks That’s the house where I will die from fire, famine, or floods So fuck you, I’m gonna say what I want Hammer cocking in slo-mo, but still we’re under the gun Truth is usually freeing, but that’s a cumbersome one So I will spit venom long as they’re still fucking with us This is theory, foundational text Tugging at great capes and outpacing the rest Hit your speaker with a taser This ain’t no La Flame, this is Unskilled Labor I’m Jimi chopping a mountain Fueled by lunch meat, Jiffy Pop, and a fountain I know you want a brick of it We’re burning up money, borders, states And anything illegitimate

I’m Radagast in ragged robes, banish fascists to a black hole Laying waste to transphobes’ lavish magic castles Pull the tractor while they cogitate on automated madrigals You can cut the flesh, but you cannot replace the masterful Dog and butterfly, put a magazine in your heart I think wishfully, but keep the genies in the dark And I stay grateful to the people who could see my from the start But my hands are bleeding way too much to get the flint to spark I’m as rare as the Stradivarius You’re a dust mite in the sights of the Sagittarius Making your capillaries bust, got you gushing Cherry Crush Kneel to your ear and softly whisper, “Fuck you very much” My table’s set, chew the edges of a stable check While watching y’all just follow all these boomers like The Grateful Dead You slave away in factories that manufacture consent But lack the depth for regret, so fuck it, back to bed That’s more than my sanity’s worth Look at how it is right now, how can it be worse? How can they hurt us even more? (I’m sure they’re innovating) Simulating pain on levels we can’t even fathom It’s capitalism, baby (It’s capitalism, baby) Get into it Pay for space colonization while your cities fall to ruin You’re a shoe-in for the lucky bootlicker golden ticket Fuck your glass elevator, I’ll show you where you can stick it The queen is dead, heaven knows I’m miserable Nothing but a hamster on their chrome-plated ellipticals I’m typical in status, but stratospheric in prowess If you doubt it, pay the feature fee I’ll show you who’s about it I’m a demoness, penetrate the bougiest mosquito net Legionnaires to all you mouth-breathers, I’m the teacher’s pet You dress the set with your flesh and I chew the scenery You vastly overestimate what your connections mean to me My steady bleed creates a circle for my rituals Y’all circumambulate but can’t escape the physical I’m chained to pseudo-sacred pacts that only necrotize It’s time I claim a life that’s truly mine

I’ve been a leftist ever since my father taught me what a union does Now I puncture parchment til the blood obstructs the moon and sun I coup de grace, my sudden movements got em shooting dust But who among us truly knows how to construe our buzz? I admit, from time to time I tend to stumble into potholes Sacrificed some grace to keep up juggling my combo You Custers never cut the mustard, flustered in your stronghold Now you’re stuck from gut to tongue, Apollo tucks his longbow My ideas got em calling me idealist I fold the spines of incrementalists like Weetabix Content to bow their heads and watch time fleet a bit But how will they explain their daily schedge to current fetuses? This constant pressure tends to permeate my nightly dreams Their hearts are smaller than the hands that sewed their Nike seams They’re sick for toys, that’s why we’re doomed to this magician’s choice I see right through these motherfuckers like I’m Sigmund Freud What is freedom without means? Rights under regimes? Life with barely the funds to keep you off the streets? What’s a cut if it doesn’t bleed? A forest of fallen trees Don’t talk to me about American dreams I’m in a rage, my takes incinerate their brains You think that change will take place in a room with patrons paying $2K for a dinner plate? The rich are witnessing your pain grinning like Richard James “Vote with your wallet” makes democracy a fickle flame A pox upon your stocks and bond, I shoot elephants in pajamas Stomp you in a pair of docs, I’m rocking pharmakons Call me the reaper, I’m karma to those who buck the dharma Pull my katana, immediately you’re fucking shawarma You won’t go freely through these savage streets Comedian of average means completes their arc to villain at their apogee While you’re distracted by the discourse in your celly Someone picks your pockets clean, so put it down, look at the world, and tell me What is freedom without means? Rights under regimes? Life with barely the funds to keep you off the streets? What’s a cut if it doesn’t bleed? A forest of fallen trees Don’t talk to me about American dreams What is freedom without means? Rights under regimes? Life with barely the funds to keep you off the streets? What’s a cut if it doesn’t bleed? A forest of fallen trees Don’t talk to me about American dreams

I been saving up my A-game Put a ancap in a neck brace What’s a RAT king when the main break? I’m King James at away games I’m daybreak to a Ringwraith La muerte with a sling blade I go big-brain, Jean-Luc when I engage White belt can’t fuck with a sensei I can’t be shoved in a template Chili’s on payday, kill em with a naysay Do it for the love of Ray J Aaaaggghh, the beat is tinder to me You’re catching splinters while I’m doing shit more interesting World is a fuck and the culture’s an op, but we don’t stop 410 billion some odd dead cops I’m cooking marvelous shit, you’re paying extra for guac You’re ‘bout as green as can be, I come with technical chops I don’t use “woke” as aesthetics, I’m just pathetic and broke But on these beats I come sweeter than a Mexican Coke A nazi walks into a bar, I put some lead in his throat What, were you expecting a joke? We blow the horns til the walls come down Cuz everything is kinda fucked right now We blow the horns til the walls come down Well goddamn it, I guess I’m feeling good these days Me and Eiron popping collars, sipping Haterades I’m feeling classy like a black-and-white movie night Spiffied up to the nines, wifey wants to kiss me nice Damn right, see this halo’s hanging sideways Demon horns, plastic fangs, pale eyes, and pipe dreams The light’s green, watch me strut into the kitchen Pimp walk, on my feet, sink full of dishes But I don’t care because I’m feeling so clean A fire in my belly and the wifey’s got the leans And that’s the flax seed, the green’s up on her lips Feast her eyes upon my legs, I call em getaway sticks Like “poof,” I use it to my advantage Damn right I’m feeling fly, because I’m living so lavish The moral is, man, I love feeling nice Because I love who I am, and I’m finally loving life, so We blow the horns til the walls come down Cuz everything is kinda fucked right now We blow the horns til the walls come down

Shot shot shot shot shot shot, reload I drain em like free throws, this is for the campesinos You eat the lotus while I’m bombing demagogues’ casinos Snakes With Human Traits been twisting up the stems like maraschinos You don’t compete, I’m prone to heat you up like Mogadishu You poked the beast but won’t get close, we know your clothes are see-through You won’t desist or cease no matter how the droves beseech you Not even Nardwuar could pretend that he was stoked to meet you Tried to pick the mental up and cut the hara-kiri rap Used to have no reason to live, now I got a myriad I’m not afraid of cops, they want the drama with me really bad I ought to keep a steely on the dash like Kamakiriad You fucking mooks are nowhere near my level Right wing conspiracy theorists put my music on and hear the devil The industry will put the status quo before you thinking they appear the rebel And if you buy into it, you have merely settled

I blow the weed like a shanty town Dig a ditch out in the desert where you can’t be found Swing that hook around, get you sobered up like Danny Brown Smack you so hard your kids’ll feel, I’m throwing hand-me-downs I’m coming like the future’s at stake Set my bar based on cool shit my mutuals make I like to think I’m making friends along the way You play Ryujin Ike, you’ll catch your death from the fumes of the stake The verses are like Vermeers but the mental is a Basquiat Some see a Pollock, to a magic eye it always pops Land of the mollycoddled, annotators call the shots Flops on TikTok, but diamond on melancholy walks Life didn’t mean to me nothing At 16 I was on the eve of destruction So I started rapping with a meager budget And I pirated Logic, that’s seizing the means of production Now nobody’s touching this shit I put my blood on the tracks til I have nothing to give And I’m really about my people, I ain’t bluffing a bit You brag about how much you earn? Buddy, how much you tip? My will is bigger than what life’s ills can deliver Told my friends they could lean on me, even when the bills withered Tried to kill the shivers, still the chills slither Spit bible, my commandment’s final like DeMille’s picture Genderweird but I ain’t a tenderqueer I bend an ear to authorities, my agenda is clear So when I see a Sock talk back to trans women I wonder if they even know who’s their real enemy here It’s tiring trying to tell you schnooks So I just incant, scribble runes up in my spell book I never cap, call me bell hooks Fuck a nazi, I blast my tunes at em like a young Mel Brooks Maybe some of my novelty’s diminished But I still supply the gas, replace the nozzle when I’m finished Y’all get boggled by logistics I been stomping through the district while you model for a fit pic Why so solipsistic? The smartest high school dropout you’ve ever met Hyperlexic communist, you know that I’m better read It’s evident, I’m oil on the water, you won’t catch me with the sediment Snakes and I unite against confederates I ain’t here to commiserate When there’s names and addresses for politicians putting popcorn on my dinner plate It’s a winner-take-all economy Ain’t it a little strange?

I’ve been known to flow with the surgical precision I’ve been toe-to-toe with maniacal visions I’ve been known to grow between the cracks and divisions Between incisions, stay wracked with vast indecision Well, we all paper chase, just gotta make the rent We all make believe, some really play pretend Some pay to play, I just play to win Back on the court with a new jersey That’s just the state I’m in If you build it they’ll come, but never let em in In high school, I joined the football team for two months and then quit I just wanted that custom letterman Turns out that a sweater would have been better than But it’s so few truths I hold self evident Rush-more than you can, arrest development Can’t let insignificant tricks become illusions so malevolent I had a phase where a $50 feature wasn’t a reason to go off But lately all I need is an excuse to show off Dicks say they’re hard, but when they come around Seems they all go soft You think you’re better than me? You really think you’re better than me? Nah, we are better than you But don’t give up, it’s much more honorable to lose You think you’re better than me? You’re saying you’re better than me? 0 drive, 0 work ethic 7 smoke breaks, I’m straight Daniel Craiggin’ The John Dillinger of time theft Begging for a dime out the boss’s dollar just ain’t the mindset Now, dry snitching is for chumps But let’s just say there very much is such a thing as a free lunch I’m Dae-Su in the booth, I don’t see a waveform I just treat it like a side-scrolling beat-em-up My boy Snakes, he’s one of the greats Every single song on the tape in unique, we drop speed dates Afraid we’ll never beat the Ween allegations In a niche how we make it but the beats sound amazing Don’t believe that your fav is even half as eclectic I’m bout to make your grandpa a radical leftist I go stupid for like half of the record Then disappear in the smoke, that’s a magical exit

This is the right now, drop all the other shit I’m Larry David, I don’t fuck with republicans Hammer-smash the zinc while you’re beaming up to the mothership I spark the phosphorus to immolate the covenant I gained consciousness when Shady signed the starter cap Watched the fire turn our sacred deserts into shards of glass Best case scenario, we gather round the barrel Trading stories about where all of us were the day that Mars attacked I’m smoking weed until my thoughts are dead So the anticipation doesn’t turn my Tempur-Pedic to a water bed I’m not naive enough to think I wasn’t slaughter-bred But still, I serpentine a little more than average quadrupeds Army of darkness grips the animal farm I’m Bruce Campbell, come equipped with a mechanical arm And maybe Ock can outmatch a single radical But still, I feel a little better knowing there’s a jam in the car Shit, I get a little supplementary income and Bandcamp gave me tax forms Guess I’m legit, huh? Cuz now Uncle Sam wants a cut I’m no libertarian, but that shit sucks I should probly just sell drugs I don’t know, I guess it’s nice to be heard But that’s all donations, you can’t put a price on these words Scripts tight as a Kaufman flick and twice as absurd But deep as Barry White’s pipes beneath the crust of the Earth I globetrot on these generals, they got no shot I tried to warn em, y’all are toddlers touching stovetops All due respect, you got no fucking idea what it’s like to be #1 I was made in America, I don’t stop

Me and Snakes take it statewide Juiced up from the grapevine See the lights, let the K ride Kill a cop, NHI Hit the fuzz, that’s the baseline Never kept it on the safe side Hung the steel from the waistline Kill a cop, NHI I like a pork chop chicken fried Kid in his eyes like The Kick Inside Cross a line, pop you in the spine Leave you walking funny like a conga line Crowd roar make em stop the time Set a sty alight, cooking all the swine Make a hog squeal like he’s dropping dimes Sock him in the jaw, now it’s misaligned Long as poverty is stigmatized People will try to survive by committing crimes How exactly are we protected When 40% of cops hit their wives? It’s class war, they have picked a side The “good apples” swiftly resign If you really wanna make a difference Realize it’s quitting time and pick up a sign Me and Snakes take it statewide Juiced up from the grapevine See the lights, let the K ride Kill a cop, NHI Hit the fuzz, that’s the baseline Never kept it on the safe side Hung the steel from the waistline Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI Kill a cop, NHI

I hit a wicked stretch of road Stripped of homes, humans shuffle like a spectacle of ghosts When neglected in this measure, most surrender to the cold It’s the iceberg in the distance, which of us is next to go? I’m a check or three removed, it’s capitalism’s coal Keep us desperate so the mechanism flows They will readily chew us up, but they’re hesitant to swallow us peasants whole By the time you crumble they’ve already left you in the snow The world’s by far the most beautiful place to find a break in But rarely meets you halfway after you supply the patience The race is a RAT trap And one that forces us to gaze at the consequences of our failure to escape it It’s a sad fact What can you do, man? It’s Colfax What can you do, man? It’s Colfax What can you do, man? It’s Colfax What can you do? Ok, use your imagination A nation of people trained to facilitate your displacement Think of all they’ve taken, killed without hesitation Defile what you hold sacred, drink your humiliation Slaughtered your sons and daughters, mutilated their faces Poisoned your drinking water, put your people in cages Paint you as aggressors while mocking your indignation Prep chemical weapons, fabricate retaliations The normalization of colonization’s baked into western psyche Denialism is violence You’d better recognize the human cost of silence If you can’t see genocide when it’s stabbing at your irises The zionists are hocking propaganda with a singular task To condition us for what will come to pass For when the final Palestinian civilian’s blown to pieces in a blast “Peace at last,” they will say, “Finally, peace at last”

Whole system broken, bitch Open this envelope, hashtag anthrax attack on the POTUSes Oval, I’m known to slit bigot throats open Have em choke while the ghost ejects Cop body in a burnt flag Rewrite your rights in the dirt with a price tag If all goes well, every fascist that I know Will get face-fucked to death by some wicked juggalos Got your faith in Christ gone The belly got a space where the razor writes on To carve Hoodie Hilly in the thighs and hips Left bite marks on they butt cheeks and tits All the pleasures of the flesh, but the pain spiri-tual Second that you thinking you should leave, you in trouble Body in the box that emerged out the rubble If it’s brains on the brain then you prolly shouldn’t struggle They never really known what it’s like (But you were made for me) That drive that keeps you up at night (But you were made for me) I might retire from public life (But you were made for me) Guess I never really had a fucking life And you may see a blurry pic of me Stomping through the woods, but you ain’t never getting rid of me I know you must be getting sick of me But you ain’t never getting rid of me It’s Ben and Socrates stomping your throat I’ve grown from a broken clock to a pocket Tissot Got my kudos from the commies, guess I ought to be stoked But there’s no rest for the wicked, I’m insomnia’s host I ride a momentary high and shift it back into D I’m bout the hardest working slacker you may happen to see My factory is spouting steam and reeks of lacquer and grease It’s so east drafting heat without a master to please The sound of trapped animal roars They want a Warrant but I’m strictly giving Cannibal Corpse I don’t claim to be Nostradamus when I glance at the door I’ve read the writing on the wall, it’s mass panic in store So I don’t sweat the day to day, I ante all of this skin We lick their palm for a pittance and bear the scald of their sins And I’m just saying, if I go before the fall of the Zin I’ll watch my people from beyond, and y’all better win They never really known what it’s like That drive that keeps you up at night I might retire from public life Guess I never really had a fucking life I know you must be getting sick of me But you ain’t never getting rid of me Yeah, I know you must be sick of me But you ain’t never getting rid of me

Half dying Throw my X on the flatline Run it back, on a stat grind Catch a buzz from it, that’s time Said you watch for the plot, that’s a lie Hot lead, I hit a click track blind Drown locks in the slick-back slime Gimme the works This is not how shit was supposed to be I prayed for October, but is it no colder, or is it me? Land of the free, what’s freedom without means? It’s something you have to seize, RATS scramble for the cheese Look like shit but I feel fantastic Hit up Feinstein’s grave and sandblast it I just know she’s smiling up at us Kissinger is coming, but the claw machine is always overstuffed as fuck Bi-weekly pay, that’s a 5 day pass for the struggle bus Humbled by the grub I gotta rustle up The cup runneth over with blood But don’t cut me off, I’ll tell you when I’ve suffered enough Time is a luxury, I know what it’s worth Time is a fixed income, church-mouse subtle So I’m bumping Double Nickels as I’m shoveling the dirt Half dying Throw my X on the flatline Run it back, on a stat grind Catch a buzz from it, that’s time Said you watch for the plot, that’s a lie Hot lead, I hit a click track blind Drown locks in the slick-back slime Do your worst Harrison said “get em” so I got em I been making classics from the winter summer spring until the autumn I had so many sessions that I don’t remember all them I stay hitting the booths so my memories lacking often My offering To this new generation of rap Remember when you was coming up from out the ave? Be thankful that you not pouring that liquor on the grave And be humble when you get to sip a little out the flask Mask on like the villain with one beer I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear, try my other gazzillion ear Baby one more time like B. Spears Count your blessings up, it took two to even be here Yeah, man this got me on my Drake shit Spitting bars like I ain’t clocking out the day shift You said give me the works so I’ll work til I make it work

I learned anticapitalism from rappers The matrimony of machine and man to make the craft work I Rascal Flatt from chapter to chapter, no turning back The shadow of the flag turns Baxter Blacks into RAT bastards I patch my tattered cover, but the prose is prone to splatter I shimmy down the shaft and swing axe til my back shatters My passion is sidetracked, Mad Hatter to Patch Adams But Snakes is there to get me back on the track and we smash atoms I got rage that’s backed with data Pass decapitated heads of all my colony brothers the traps snapped up Gaze turned ad astra as it echoes through the castle Feels like nothing we can do can change the fate of the masses Cuz we are RATS Slimy, fucking flea-infested, procreating RATS Food-scavenging, consuming, nest-building little RATS Comrades in the sewers, shit-eating dirty RATS Baby, you and me are RATS Baby, you and me are RATS Slimy, fucking flea-infested, procreating RATS Food-scavenging, consuming, nest-building little RATS Comrades in the sewers, shit-eating dirty RATS Baby, you and me are RATS So what’s bigger than RATS? Fat cats and pigs So we build our little nests and we do our little jigs And we sniff these maze walls til we get on the proper track Endure sensory deprivation, acclimate to the lab And just when you thought it’s safe, you’ve activated a trap They feed you to bigger captors for failure to do your task They’ll grow an ear on your back You can hear them as they laugh What’s a little RAT to do when this life is all that you have? We are RATS Slimy, fucking flea-infested, procreating RATS Food-scavenging, consuming, nest-building little RATS Baby, you and me are RATS Yeah, you and me are RATS Baby, you and me are RATS