I'm loaded with 'The Source', dont mean I'm accurate
Hunger in the red, blood thirsty to attack the savages
They roamin' the fields, while riding dicks of executives
Consecutive ignorance from their mouths, and I'm sick of it
I'm living five years within the warbound millennium
We trashed innovation, then installed it into Pentiums
And now technology's the key to rap's underground
Radiate the screen, to shake the earth with a swift sound
Making rounds, when spinnin' vinyl just to break the silence
Staying defiant to all the gun talk and spoken violence
We speak inside the thick minds of the shy and muted
Champion of the clueless, consider you undisputed
I heard Diddy with Sparks, was all the same song
'Maybe HE'S been brainwashed', yea by Sean John
Friends blindsided by ambitions of the southern trap
Hopefully they know my five fingers will create a slap
In their face, "Thank you, for that bitter sweet taste"
Now raise your fists and your ugly cups inside the place!!!
Igniting the iced grills for the flaming malfunctions
To abolish the hopeless, polish typical assumptions
To why I spit lyrics with a purpose in the first place
Not to be marketed, cloned, but I alone will raise stakes
So Paul, keep your cold grillin' women to the waist side
Eavesdrop in my conversations, but hell I don't even drive
The next levels melts the truths in with the conscience
And this project starts to demonstrate the progress
In one thousand twenty-five years, I will come back
Catch up wit Del, and make a postive contact
'Cause even when the record skips, I rip to shreds
Til artificial intelligence's filling your empty heads
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