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the middle class vandal - this shit ain't right lyrics

{intro: the middle class vandal}

light it up
uh

[verse 1: the middle class vandal]

this rap game is a monopoly
where artists are the property
fightin’ to be bought, harriet tubman would not believe
and not to mention that it’s oversaturated
everybody wanna rap but you don’t know the match you’re waitin’ for
tryna get paid in full
i get it man, that sh+t’s relatable
as for all these other rappers egos? i deflate them all
a king without a crown rulin’ from the underground
they told me that my sh+t was too lyrical, had to dumb it down
i spit rap lyrics but my gun was spittin’ heavy metal
sh+t done changed, i pray to mecca, not just any temple
a livе city over time becamе a ghost town
we tried to keep our heads above the water but most drowned
disolving in the melting pot, steamin’ with rage
some people look to the bible but don’t believe in a page
and once another man dies, another man step in his shoes
all he needs is a rep and recruits
and cocaine for customers and a weapon that shoots
he’s an ill m+th+ f+cka who be prepin’ the troops
they be out in the trenches
disobeyin’ their inner senses
but knowin’ deep down they’re in need of an intervention
the 5th dimension
travel time, too sick to mention
the terrible things, now it’s time to split the tension
we outa rectify
cuz the crimes have been identified
genocide
swept aside
black people were gentrified
the government be hidin’ their crimes and make it top secret
but what’s the point of a secret if you cannot keep it?
really tryna act like it be citizen cane
but it’s plain to see for even the most innocent brain
and it’s plain to see i’m a product of my environment
my goal was sendin’ cops into early retirement
we always had to struggle with cops
people smugglin’ rocks
and meth labs on every a couple of blocks
we got street disciples and ghetto apostles
but the government be focusing on metal and fossils
turn a blind eye, plus n0body be listening
tax dollars really should be goin’ to kids in need
homeless people sob in defeat
you gotta mob with the heat
cuz when they desperate they be robin’ to eat
and this tyrannical tragedy is hidden in plain sight
ain’t nothin’ left to say except this sh+t ain’t right

[break: the middle class vandal]

(humming)
light it up, uh

[verse 2: the middle class vandal]

yo, this towns the best
yet everybody around’s depressed
and be suffocating their emotion with pounds of sess
drown it down with cognac
“she doesn’t want me back”
in a pontiac
one second, the next a body bag
try to talk about it, they don’t listen anymore
we used to be good kids but things are different than before
people runnin’ from their problems like they border patrols
another kid who’s life story was shorter than most
he had to get to class
or his parents were gonna kick his ass
he couldn’t lie sometimes he wished that he could pick his past
people gettin’ bullied, he would fight for his peers
but everyday before class he would be whippin’ his tears
and his teachers would come and ask “is everything all right at home?”
surrounded with friends but he was spendin’ every night alone
he wanted all the anarchy resolved in his house
he would escape and let an acid tab dissolve in his mouth
he was only in middle school when he became an addict
not the same erratic kid, his whole identity was achromatic
stopped showin’ to school and ran the corner all day
even his customers could tell that he was goin’ the wrong way
to him it didn’t matter, cuz he was clockin’ his loot
a cunnin’ little m+th+ f+cka with a glock in his boot
lookin’ up to crooked thugs with the wrong kind of path to pave
and that’s a road that he’ll have to brave
his better half fades, never showin’ anybody love
every night dispose of another bl++dy glove
he wasn’t nothin’ but a thug in his prime
he coulda made a good man but people f+cked with his mind
started drinkin’ one night until he started slurrin’ his words
and then he got in his whip, began to swerve into curbs
but y’all are just observin’ his worst
he flipped the car and died, somebody took his place now they preservin’ the curse

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