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No set of lungs can ever contain our names in the same breath
On the edge of glass vase, I’m watch them trace steps
Observant tracking the workers keep the machine moving
Learning mannerisms, just so I can seem human
Management handling damages, sadistic list of fears
hush money makes them disappear,
A slick veneer maintained to keep them all away
A non profit in my name let’s raise a holiday
Hollar hey for the photo ops, I know the spots
Cannon fodder locked and loaded at the loading docks
Teeth gleaming perfectly to hide the jaggedness
Lock it down securely, sure we know whose bag it is
Bag it up, pass it on, breaking down the next to move
Maggots swim splashing on, replace the count with extra doom
Bottles for the rest to room, orchestral guests that never knew
Just keep the money crazy, irreverent revenue
From convenience’s palms the newest weapons flew
The wings of angels with blackest feathers, my sting is fatal
Insert your name upon the placard here, we bring the fable
Rabble rousers, but I’m doing fine, the news is mine
Crucifying new suppliers with elusive titles
My move is tribal, mood survival with a gruesome idol
The host beckons and is brought to you by
An engorged lord of flies with portable eyes
No more to disguise, the fortune it climbs
Borderline Mordecai selling the torturous grind
Long as you believe lottery tickets are purchased with
Chipping away your very lives, supply the working stiffs
Another zombie army staggers for the blockbuster
Badge of war, calmly haggard, you can rot flustered
Suffer for the greater good, the monster must be fed
Just pledge allegiance, never mind the god and what he said
Give birth to new consumers, grow the marketplace
Taxpayers for the breaks to fund a martian race
Greed is good but hate is better
Provide and conjure the mantra so we can make a lever
Divide and conquer got us gobbling more
Players in a game without a thought to the score
So what you waiting for?
Silhouette inside a vacant door
Still a mess that made the war
Final fatal four, all rivals blinded lasers bore
Not enough to be a man, I need to be a god
So tithe with membership supply the christ his benefits
It's not enough to be a man, I need to be a god
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
