Verse 1:
(Tragic) precious metals plush premium fabric, H-D-T-V viewed from a memory foam mattress// (static) every boy and girl's an actor or actress, lights camera action on the stage with no practice// (savage) civilization's a farce to demand integrity, wile letting those who stay themselves be persecuted heavily// (senseless) a world system increasing its immenseness, proceeds to leave the third world economically defenseless// some use a weak see-no-evil approach to cope with this, plastic smiles disguising alienation and hopelessness// repression of depression leads to inner dissension, and discontinuity of attention// so while you bounce as sambo niggas let it rain, you don't notice the intelligence leaking out of your brain// it doesn't matter remember its all a game, we don't care what we're losing as long as we're entertained// (yo) these undereducated brothers earn their part of the blame, they think this neo-blackface bullshit is a part of the game, they don't see how where we have been and where we are is the same, or how the emcees who ball out must rap retarded and lame, or how at best your rhymes must be innocuous or inane, they take the money run/blackout/or strait up swallow the shame(repeat 2)...
Verse 2:
The invisible hand of the market needs visible hands to spark it, (the) culture industry engineers market-cultural-darkness// if this is true what could the future hold possibly, a brave new word of new world idiocracy// the corpse of the real becomes hyper-real imitation, inside a resonating envelope of information// the result of global media saturation, opening a seductive fetishistic fascination// but also opening new conceptions of normalcy, similar to communistic absolute conformity// one should be able to decent if they choose to you should defy your parents if they try to abuse you, take away your rights/exploit/or try delude you// this probably ain't the type of thinking your used to, (but yo) some governments be having kids making new shoes// (and) some niggas in the states rob people wearing them, back in the days they would kill for a pair of them// the black mind haunted by slave ghosts, east to west ghettos might as well be the same coast// the motherland is starved/parched/and tired, left with the legacy of colonial empires// niggas who view their situation as a mystery, need to get the fuck up on their history..
credits
from Rhetoric,
released October 30, 2012
Featuring: S.A
Produced by: Dabrye
supported by 4 fans who also own “End of Discussion (featuring S.A)”
The entire record is flames! I chose this song because the way it build and holds steady amazes me. This guy is one of the most consistent and innovative guys out there. Check his catalogue - I recommend 'Three Piece Puzzle'. K15
