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nomis [rapper] - dr. malcolm lyrics

v1 (nomis):
shallow waters in the talent pool/
you rose up from a city where the odds were insurmountable/
your bank is bountiful but now a town of fools are drowning/
in the life you preach but you refuse to be accountable/
this word power is no joke, with limited slow growth, and those defending it are known as feminine/
well if you’re seeing us as women then, the ending to your primitive ways today are seeming imminent/
your team they benefit from a despicable arrangement/
instead of taking blame you claim its “only entertainment”/
only for the famous, look at the sum of it/
a mans responsible for self but yo we carry some of it/
a person with a platform is a leader, for the fact that he has one/
your tracks show if you’re a good or a bad one/
and i ain’t saying you can’t have fun/
but your biggest fan he aspires to the grams and just to have guns/

v2 (jurny big):
the puppet master in a three piece suit/
keep strings on his fingers see what these things do/
you wiggle his index and then s-x we’re spilling/
objectifying our daughters and mothers of our children/
the power lies in the hands of the puppeteer/
because he shower mine with advance when i signed and made it clear/
that, as long as i’m selling and telling its my story/
i can embellish and relish in my glory/
and never mind the topic of my discussion/
my optic ’cause thats the substance that got the industry buzzing/
the sound, of the humming means money is coming in/
and thats the hymn that made “yolo” an acronym/
but, the truth is we almost always ‘gon lack immunity/
long as we choose to sing off the backs of the black community/
cracks in the arm is what children is getting taught/
and man if the karma ain’t even give us a second thought/

v3 (nomis):
these suit & ties got no conscience/
taking young women and men who’ve got no constants/
and give them a pen, to show nonsense with no content/
promote convicts so now nomis gotta go conscious/
its so common but bet that/
later when arrested or they’re laid to rest that labels gonna step back/
with no comment. ain’t getting help from no congress/
you get shot then little homie you die, this is no comic/
i want to go vomit, the truth is sickening/
for all of you thats listening, my words the antihistamine/
misplace of the mystery/
1980s privatized prisons in the us homie you can check the history/
the signing of n.w.a., quite a coincidence/
sentence my sentiment to pilate/
you’re turning on the tv what is highlit? then you act surprised/
asking, “why all those black sell drugs and act violent?”/

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