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By Any Means Necessary

from The Seven Levels of Happiness by X. Kubrick

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These fucking chickens hit us with racism then expect us to embrace systems that are made just to kill us
Making a living off of vicious ways and trying to put niggas in a state of stasis til we cant take it
A country made for displacement of black people but they say we shouldn’t face it by setting places ablaze
Abrasive killing by sadists while their cop friends sit complacent and don’t say shit
Making a way for law enforcement to kick our doors in, shutdown like late term abortions
Justifying more slug supplying, cousins dying while police continue firing
Disproportionate, then you wonder why niggas are resorting to violence of insane proportions
Take advantage of the less fortunate doing damage to people, border on extortionate
For all I know tomorrow I could die
That’s why I got a fucking urge to let these words fly
A new apartheid but not bizarre sight
A hard fight when the whole world is a lie
A blurred line when broken lives try to survive
Rich stay rich while the poor just stand in line to die
Y’all would rather not try and socialize but gather in herds to watch police commit homicides
All I can do is criticize what the deal is
It’s both what we’re being shown and what they’re concealing
No community feelings ever legitimized on top of political figures killing guys
The illest lives hungry for murder and profit
Only interested in watching money skyrocket
Even when niggas don’t got burners it don’t matter, just run the news footage and watch the brains splatter
I mean what the fuck else can I say?
Cops walk into streets with AKs and be letting em spray
Just shooting niggas every which way, hot shells lay in human flesh, you get slain
White America seems to have its priorities straight
Pay no attention to the blights that minorities face
Marginalized people dead or alive
Like animal instincts, human hunting federalized
The brutalized disenfranchised, they feed us lies
Make em weak the knees and leave em paralyzed
Grab your guns and dust em off, looking for any excuse before you decide to bust em off
Ticking time-bomb leading to the terrordome
Kicking and screaming, niggas bleeding from the chrome
Everybody fleeing from their homes
The nine shocks terror, put it straight up to your dome
Torch down every precinct, scorch these clowns and make em scared enough to rethink
Every fucking thing they support, get the neighborhoods reinforced and defeat the source
This aint a motherfucking song it’s a statement
Fuck a rap track I’m goin back to the basics
Fuck patience you bitches need a replacement
Arrange stitches, take it back and reclaim it
Lemme get it straight, unless a video gets leaked or we make a tweet, we have to accept this fate?
I ain’t fucking having it
If I see your fucking face I’m grabbing it and breaking your nasal passages
Got too much rage that you can’t disengage
I wanna kill you in front of a crowd and make it center stage
You can’t keep murdering kids my age
Every last one of you niggas is a fucking disgrace
Y’all deserve to die for what you’ve caused
Numbers don’t lie, we’re all trapped in the claws
Fuck the laws and every pawn with their jaws in the sides of our necks thinking you deserve applause
Keep putting shit in everyone’s face
Keep reporting on the problem, they know that it’s commonplace
Sensationalism ain’t a replacement for solutions
With niggas praying for revolution
You wanna pull the knife out? You’re full of shit
I’ll put your lights out, set fire to your nice house
Discover every place you hide out
Stampede and make you bleed until your body dries out
Cut your motherfuckings balls off, knock your fucking jaw off
Ice Cube, Rock you with the sawed off and have you hauled off
Molotov every mall til all of these corporate motherfuckers start to bawl
Off with the motherfucking heads
The only thing I’m looking for is all of your deaths
Forever insubordinate, it’s time for destroying it, burning it down til it’s permanent

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from The Seven Levels of Happiness, released November 6, 2020

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