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sly desilva - performance review lyrics

[intro]
“in a 5 to 4 decision, the supreme court justices struck down a major part of the voting rights act -”
“violent protests are running street battles breaking out in baltimore, after the funeral for freddie gray-”
“-top 1% made nearly 20% of all the available income in america last year-”
“you knocked my head in the ground, i got epilepsy you motherf-cker!”
“good, good”
“good?”
“you should have thought about that before you start resisting”
“alright, alright, yeah, this is real good-”
“now the traffickers, these are guys that are named “d-money”, “smoothy”, “shifty”… incidentally half the time they impregnate a young, white girl-”
“-racial persecution, really isn’t the problem-”
“-their agenda is, “it’s okay to go ahead and k!ll cops”-”
“-you’re dealing with gang members, and street drug dealers-”
“currency traders at several multinational banks formed a group that they dubbed, “the cartel”. their actions inflated the banks’ profits, while harming countless consumers, investors and institutions around the globe”

[verse]
i be that motherf-cker lurking in the boardroom
sly de silva in the booth once more for you
preparing for my performance review
dropping some jewels now, before i leave you
i’m 1% like what i paid on taxes
get the bailout money when the stock market crashes
’cause i’m bigger than average and i’m too big to fail
that’s why the government stay paying my bail-out
i made out like a bandit
sorry, if you just found out i’m underhanded
’cause that’s just how i do, like every single day, on bay
what can i say? it’s crime that pays
and if somebody gotta die, well, we all go one day
so roll a f-cking blunt, smoke weed every monday
the money seems clean, but-but i’m filthy rich
green eyed bad guy taking your sh-t
this my performance review, so motherf-cker take notes
you too could sell your soul for power and bank notes
i’m talking dollars but i’m making some sense
you making some money now but you ain’t making the rent
and me?
i’m walking out the bank, two milli in cash
no getaway car, no gun, no mask
then i dive like the nasdaq into my cash stacks
olympic sized pool for money, yeah i got that
i’m scrooge mcduck in this motherf-cker
the federal government knows i duck tails
so their shmucks fail to recover
any evidence of wrongdoing, so my crime stay ongoing
and these rhymes keep on flowing
everyone wanna be avon or stringer
even though clay was the only real winner
sheeeeeee-it, i love it, that’s how i does it
put me on the stand and watch your court case plummet
slap a b-tch like benjamin fields
make them rape culture raps for that m-ss appeal
disrespect every b-tch and n-body said sh-t
“he ain’t talking ’bout me”
uh, yes i am, b-tch
you ain’t sh-t but a hoe and a trick
give a f-ck if you think i’m a misogynist
’cause i’m rich as sh-t and i can f-ck you, b-tch
whether you want this d-ck or not
and what you really gonna do if i rape ya?
put in the paper? (ha)
they’ll say that you’re a goldigging faker
so what the f-ck slut? are you gonna give it up or what?
get on your knees and suck cause i gotta bust a nut
have some rich, white, cis-het man fun
and now look what this rich, white, cis-het, man done
my guns, my drugs, my prison system
terrorize blacks with cops to keep ’em in the slums
they shot laquan mcdonald and they shot tamir rice
but arrested dylann roof without taking his life
so do you really gotta ask “who k!lled sandra bland?”
when sly desilva paying off your policemans?
1850, woulda had the whip in my hand
1920, woulda been running with the klan
’63, woulda sprayed kids out in birmingham
now its 2016, so i’m just a businessman
i am keisha’s pimp, i am brenda’s baby daddy
i’m the godd-mn, motherf-cking patriarchy
i am white supremacy, i am the southern strategy
i am darren wilson, caesar goodson and christopher manney
the f-cking antichrist of rap, i’m bringing it back
to the days when you was afraid, what a rapper might say on a track
like n.w.a, when they said “f-ck the police” and put in raps
but i hate hip-hop, i just do her for the spite
i do her cause i can, ’cause i’m rich, ’cause i’m white
i do her to rape your culture, spit in your face insult ya
laughing as i f-ck her ’cause i know that common loves h.e.r
i’m sly, i’m the bad guy waiting to pounce
i’m the wolf waiting right outside the henhouse
with a big wolf grin and some big wolf eyes
and some big wolf teeth ready to eat you alive
the rich getting richer
and the middle cl-ss disappearing quicker than the rights of a gitmo prisoner
incarceration’s high, drugs have never been cheaper
and the government has never been more bought, either
i got 1204 that been k!lled by the cops
just last year and it ain’t gonna stop
2015 my performance done been real good
from the white picket fence suburbs to the hood
so, thank you, republicans, for privatizing everything
handing me your -ssets in the name of small government
thank you, supreme court, for citizens united
now i can buy the government and i ain’t gotta hide it
thank you, fox news, excusing everything i do
sweeping under carpets while you feeding ’em some half truths
thank you, to the white people of america
who should be scared of me but find black people scarier
thank you, to the poor, off whose back i make my profit
thank you, to the rich, who are helping me stuff my pockets
thank you, to the government, who just sit back watch it
and thank you, to all you who do nothing at all to stop it

- sly desilva lyrics

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