Culture Shuffle

Lyrics

[Intro: Kadence, Silas Green] Yo, Kadence and Dabrye Abolitionist crew, what you wanna do? Intricate Dialect, Silas Green Yeah, yeah, so serious [Verse 1: Kadence] Yo, fuck any young nigga out here tryna counterfeit the essence Of a psychedelic message's metaholistic presence Shaky new age bullshit, flaky blue face cool kids Taking the caged fools and faking a sage toolkit Pathetic postering, wasting the day's uses Harness the electric focus, could break the displayed fuses But these kids just fake collage the mystic magic symbols together Except with no attempt to be intentionally clever It's a superstitious hustle, new nigga persona shuffle A shitty, contrived slavemaster moral religious struggle Their ritualist misogyny, masked masculine matrix Their mass mask of discourse of necrophilic abasement Sadistic numbnuts sittin' round and waitin' The justice of the [?] goddess is castration Archetypal sadistic god kings, testicles separated Become a gaggle of shiteating cowards fallen from grace A manic machismo force 'bout to force in reactor space Is unfolding manhood's interior empty network of mazes The guides to psychic [?] of mystic centers of power And stifles an active force that can crush a bone into powder Watching lifeless bodies drop, hour after hour After violence of a deafening silence just gets louder I got more so don't ignore if you can take it And those who can't can break and let your hottie body shake it [Chorus] Let 'em know they ain't ready, they ain't ready Is that a knife? You're goin' against a machete Get ready, do whatever that thou will Over here, we helpin' the culture build [Verse 2] That's love, somethin's changin', I can feel it Within this fake world, we expose and reveal it Go back to my loom and we plot what the dealie When the dollar drop, it don't really matter how many Got gold on my mind, I already got a shovel On my Tony Robbins, all I gotta do is hustle like we Wes Craven Hypernormalisation, type to entice a nation for psychological takin' over I'm buildin' a Mars rover Somethin' to show the youngest it's ok to start over While you up there, remember the resources Do you what you gotta, remember the recourses Generation fake it till I take it Branded [?] in broad day just to burn the faces off of ice ages Young Connecticut's steppin' over red planet sediments Snappin' necks of replicants effortlessly (Easy) Shafrikan American emeritus, style war veterans traffickin' asparagus We paralyze your larynx and realign the narratives Avalon to Babylon, situation perilous Spirit of Selassie, in sequence with Fibonacci They try to dress these demons in sequins like Liberace I swing the blade, it sound like a Hanzo Slice the beasts into thirds, let 'em die slow And y'all know [Chorus] Let 'em know they ain't ready, they ain't ready Is that a knife? You're goin' against a machete Get ready, do whatever that thou will Over here, we helpin' the culture build [Verse 3: Silas Green] These verses are wrapped in the cloak of a free spirit praxis Woven inside a zone of raw autonomous action Beyond the back-and-forth, steady by an act of force At the source, out of the void avoiding a backward course Operating from a biophilic framework Means developing a higher tolerance for pain first Peep the solar soldier's clenched black fist Afrocosmonaut, no escape velocity backdrift Fulfills the need that our people heed and get on the ship Fleeing from a white supremacy guided apocalypse We'll leave a crooked literary cracker's back broke Dreaming science fictional futures without black folks And now refocusing, same old rappers are joking These random asshole promoters who shattered half of the local scenes With these bloggers and magazine phonies The falsely esteemed cronies Opinions for screens only, machine droning Overhyping simple nigga dibs punchlines Made for a segregated elementary school's lunchtimes Ain't no reason for you to be the minstrel Character will break their barriers with pad and pencils At least me and Itski keep the practices organic Peep the occult ontological panoramics Unveiling the secret crevices of the mind's reach Keeping it live, sexy and fly, divine speech [Outro] What y'all want?