Lyrics

Capitalism is an embarrassment (x 10) Look, hey yo Diary of a madman, man I'm Putney Swope Shot the bad man Capitalism is an embarrassment Enjoy Coca Cola Adios America, fare well Nah, never mind Catch a fair hell Rare spells fallin off of the god tongue Raw hum of the Earth on a black night Psychedelic neon black light Android thugs Cold trippin' in the moonlight Capitalism is an embarrassment The Mickey Mouse ball bounce Generate delivered from Prometheus The eagle eats the tеnderest meat it could zеro on Zoom in The eye of the eagle's Purgatorio Yin yang out of the grey Beyond the visual Verbal and literal Distinctions between what it was that you thought it was Yo, I'll roll up my own thoughts Smoke em, get thought buzz I don't know the truth but Allah does Or whatever old name you wanna call bruh Rasta, aytal, halla, bruh Chaotic neutral, soy milk, B&B fantasy NFL, D&D, black Bart Simpson Death of the pimp man The second oldest profession dissolved into nothingness Gone, no need for this or any other profession or way Beyond lessons and days of intense sun rays Of intent in the ways of the mental reverberation's and phase With the moon smooth, line work, fine work How much is time worth Your boy kinda jump at the funk Blow skunk on a punk [I'm a ?] I be dunkin like dirk at the donut farm Mashin' down telegraph, hella fast Stop at a red light, light up a swisher of the glue Get my head right, shazam I fold my arms, Shaq fool Styles that attack fools I'm bruce leroy dog Editor girl with the dragon tattoo Your boy an airport paperback Lost in the Good Will Huntin for a new chill Hoodie with the winter type Splinter the dime into the steel wool Scrub on the pad, where reality fry On the land where reality died Casually cry Metaphorically though on the reg I see the bars they do a lotta crime For the dude Allahu Akbar Burn the American dollar in the literal truth And effigy too Heh, in an indoor gazebo for two anarchists Holy mountain with the unclear imagery Paint with a broad brush Money is metaphor just like everything Every word saying its own name Pretending to have meaning in relation to the next one Truth is a stream of thoughts Little brook bubbling, two poets up in recline In a dying empire in decline on fire by design They trying to genocide us, ain't hidin' it, they remindin' us Man, I'm findin it hella wild bruh My mind is in survival mode Vibin' up into the hyperphone dragnet Capitalism is an embarrassment x 5