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outis - audio agora lyrics

(chorus) don’t stress don’t stress, ‘cuz i already know where we bout’ to go next, he got a hand in your pocket dog he got the other one around your neck, but one day we gon’ learn, but one day we gon’ learn, one day we gon’ find out what happens to a world where the wise man gets his turn

this is my mother f—ing phaedrus, wisdom transcribed from old pages, beware the man who claims to love you through the ages his nature is tainted his interests are basic, basically we been through all of this already new roman empire if we gon’ fall we gon’ fall heavy the players are all set, the public is in check they fearin’ for freedom keeping they reasoning in check, i’ll tell you now it’s time to switch up the worth of all the faces that’s green, and all the faces on earth, and all the places on earth, play with plato like play-doh and then play tones who date older than playtone then go berserk i’m ’bout to go to work on anyone who don’t believe, history can teach us things about what we about to be, is trump a tyranny homie i guess we ’bout to see, if i go out imma be shouting loud off of the balcony, like “i still got a dream”, or maybe lying on the couch snapping rebel thoughts and poisoned just like socrates. man i ain’t really about all the hypocrisy, just stop it please. that’s why i value getting knowledge over material property, baby ain’t no stopping me, you’re the lysius to my socrates, you can’t contain what’s about to be till you retain how it got to be
so let’s get wild act a cynic. i rock the toga party till they throw me in a clinic, act a menace till they put me in a barrel in the outskirts. but first i’ll spit punch lines till they punch drunk and they mouth hurts, just a little rhetoric to show you what i’m ’bout first, now that i’ve established solid ethos and some clout good, feel free to respond, this is a discourse, teach you rappers how to spar this is a diss course

don’t stress don’t stress, ‘cuz i already know where we ’bout to go next, he got a hand in your pocket dog he got the other one around your neck, but one day we gon’ learn, but one day we gon’ learn, one day we gon’ find what happens to a world where the wise man gets his turn

this is my antidosis, spit defense like when sophists wrote where isocrates penny pinching forget it i’ll buy the boat i gotta brag i gotta gloat it’s the same as the sophists wrote cuz the mind of the modern man comes with lots of pride and ego like, the second someone gets something you gotta get it that video gotta watch it those shoes man i gotta get ’em your life ain’t worth the spot that you sit in unless you’re part of the system that’s why democracy doesn’t count for the lowlife, the internet is of interest to individuals tracking your every move and then selling your soul for benjamins, getting into some venomous ventures with big expenditures meanwhile you’re feeling miniature ‘cuz you went to the dentist and had to be late on rent ‘cuz you couldn’t pretend to fend off the wicked digits he sent you when the procedure was finished, and i, kinda hate it but i also kinda love it, that it seems like plato struck a note when he wrote the republic, can i, can i can i get a witness? an uneducated population is a sickness, leaders leave us broken down with no options to fix it, they only concerned with that money that percentage, send this message to the people in your spot, ain’t a thing gon’ change with acquisition of the guap, tryna’ show you how to pop that protagoras on the block, make a point with a pen and a rhyme not a shot, this is not to scare you homie this is for protection, grow your own food buy some land put a well in, a tyranny will turn a free thinker to a felon a democrat to demon and our future to some h-llions, h-ll yeah! scream anti intellectual pale men, determined to drag america into a tailspin, tell them we ain’t waiting for a new election f— your old democracy, this is a rebellion

but outis, the m-sses are -sses, i ain’t making this s— up i heard it from the masters! you let the ship builders build ships to go faster, just let the politicians politic it don’t matter. all the little people ever do is complain, can’t govern themselves man are you f—ing insane? sophists were the first of anybody to say some meant to be broke some play to get paid, hey!

don’t stress don’t stress, ‘cuz i already know where we ’bout to go next, he got a hand in your pocket he got the other one around your neck, but one day we gon’ learn, but one day we gon’ learn, one day we gon’ find what happens to a world where the wise man gets his turn

i defy any rapper to rationalize telling me that this track is not the dopest, and my hope is that not only will emcees not think me phony but i might also get props with the sophists, of our modern time, rhetorical metaphorical symbolic allegorical wizard with some historian oh and 2pac shakur and them flyer than u.f.o’s i’m prophetic pathetic puny humans… nah i’m playing, but what the f— are we doing? walking back into the darkness and i thought we just got through it…this is the audio agora… this is hip hop music

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