Ageism

[Intro: Sample, Chuck D] Can't see you no more Will I find by Ageism, drums What the fuck is wrong now [Verse 1: Chuck D, Flavor Flav] Been their age, they ain't never been mine People don't dance no more, they AI Watching, nodding, staring at the dance floor So what y'all think these drums is for? Left, right, body ya stereo At least skate that ass, gotcha cardio This sweat ain't played on your radio What's that, YouTube? Means a video Samples cleared, so have no fear Songs that mean something or else they outta here Talking loud, saying nothing, you know the steez C-Doc is Brian Eno... next bеat please [Chorus: Chuck D] Ageism stuck in thе bitterverse Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt Pharma farming out to one big curse What the fu.. I wanna get reimbursed Ageism stuck in the bitterverse Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt Pharma farming out to one big curse What the fu.. I wanna get reimbursed [Interlude: Chuck D, Flavor Flav] Hey! Get down [Verse 2: Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] Rhyme gymnastics, nasty, I'm 6'4 Not in height, it's the age and stage I fight Father time ain't never lost Voice an earthquake Don't forget Mother Nature still a boss See Black Planet they fear Y'all lucky if you get here Black don't crack, but it can die Rhymes that got nothing can't answer questions why If you gonna get down without thinking Old age villains smoking, drinking Park the Lincoln, I'm telling my age-ism Shit is way worse than racism Call your mama [Chorus: Chuck D] Ageism stuck in the bitterverse Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt Pharma farming out to one big curse What the ... I wanna get reimbursed Ageism stuck in the bitterverse Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt Pharma farming out to one big curse What the fu.. I wanna get reimbursed [Verse 3: Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] This the curmudgeon clap Call it Armageddon rap Now believing heathen Who swore real money was the church of crack 40 years later, wild child try to style that TV shows and movies, damn, Imma call it wack White execs getting checks, try to bring it back Green light in some dark-ass times That's why I'm spitting these old-ass rhymes Mongrel still selling as a glory time Watching black moguls catching jail time Impeach the government before even starting it Following bots like a piece of Doublemint Dissed a sister just like they dissed your mama 47 is the president but I voted for Kamala [Verse 4: Chuck D, Flavor Flav] The bitterverse I'm 65, partially blind in one eye Got the nerve to compare me to another damn time I'm running the same goddamn thing you running Up the side of my mouth but you young gunning? With no excuse, so you better I'mma sit out and watch while you fuck around and find out And run into a go-getta Tell Maria I'mma write this letter I don't drink what you drink I don't smoke what you smoke In fact, I don't drink at all But I can drown in waterfalls Pharmaceuticals out for you and I Only rub alcohol Funeral homes wanting for my final call I don't dig what you dig I don't pick up your slang Enough with the old bitterverse I can't hang Ha Ha Oohhh, Yo