me vs. me

[Verse 1]

Black man is a colloquial term

I’m in that voting booth soaked in the Oreo germ, I’m

Called to renounce my poetry publically

From the stapled stomach of an unfaithful lummox

Now I rap for bankers, that’s why I’m exacting bangers

My new flaccid wang is always casting flavor

Is always dipped in frosting

I died prematurely before I got to equip my offspring

Beware of the swamp thing

Look at my eyes and really know that there are no answers

So go ahead and mix that coca with the Arm & Hammer

The knowledge of self was all it took to arm the Panthers

They gave the same thing to me and I got a charming stammer

That’s them dark thoughts shooting through the enamel

Tuning the piano, looking at you like “What meds?”

When parts of who you are often butt heads

You can’t build a cut thread without bloodshed

You can’t relate to your child cause your mind is adrift

How many times could you hide your lies in a gift?

You know cowardice, you feel the power shift

As your mind shatters your ego to a thousand bits

[Interlude]

Ah

Yeah

Ah

Yeah

Hear me out

One time

It’s like this

Ah

[Chorus]

The old saying goes, “an eye for an eye”

But it plays out like “the lead for the feed”

The cookie face king chief's ‘nna bleed

In the stadium and it’s me vs. me

The old saying goes, “an eye for an eye”

But it plays out like “the lead for the feed”

The weapons system’s always eager to please

Get me

[Verse 2]

Americanism as a serial murder

No empirical data just a theoretical merger

Between the giants of science and financial mechanisms

Admit guilt to get milked with all the sentenced women

Outside the fire-breathing Orwellian dynamo

And spitting out designer clothes for quaint truisms and hind rhyming flows

I don’t have or wear a dress on, vagina role

But I can spit a verse for the Bible tho like “hi, bye bye bo”

It’s me vs. me

That’s right, it’s all me

Ch’eah!

[Chorus]

The old saying goes, “an eye for an eye”

But it plays out like “the lead for the feed”

The cookie face king chief’s ‘nna bleed

In the stadium and it’s me vs. me

The old saying goes, “an eye for an eye”

But it plays out like “the lead for the feed”

The cookie face king chief’s ‘nna bleed

In the stadium and it’s me vs. me

[Verse 3]

Your personality is torn from your face

For a power-hungry junky who was born on the base

Getting sworn into office to stand up to the scorn of our caucus

And distort the importance of a race

Plead on my knees to the Julius Caesar

For the begging for reprieve from my Sudanese kibutz

It’s the water got lead in it, the children they be breathing soot

The Founding Fathers, they’re the esteemed thieves and crooks