workin on da portfolio
guzzling early morning sake
so that the atmosphere
doesn't feel too rocky
i kill wack emcees
with an attitude that's cocky
that oil spill madness feels baracky
legislating offshore drilling
while caring less
about all the dolphins and fish he be killing
blood is spilling in buckets
from afghanistan
but continuing the plunder
is o"bomb"yas only real plan
as if history is no teacher
and not an important creature
the brits lost, and now gringos too
no iraqi wants to be occupied
and neither do kansans too
its a cold, cold world
and not just in the arctic
which is getting much warmer
far from cathartic
once the ice truly melts
and the worst cards are dealt
i wonder if pain is what mcCain might have felt
wearing endangered species pelts
and the rza's shaolin beats
keep real hip hop on the streets
street markets always have the best eats
and sell meat on stick treats
i could imagine being a porpoise
looking for another purpose
floating in the florida keys
with no thought of tourists to please
because they have all vanished
like ghosts of the ninth ward
kicked out of drowned houses
the federal misgovernment
could not afford
to save from an untimely grave
yet new orleans shall live on
and treme shall prevail
if you want to beat capitalism
you have to fight tooth and nail
analyze wise and rightfully despise
those who have evil in their eyes
bp enron halliburton blackwater greed
the pestilent seed
of a world we want to end
by violence if at all means necessary
on the freestlye I keeps it old school
and never contrary
to the mission of justice and peace
from biloxi to the middle east
i read the other day
that musicians are boycotting israel
i read the other day
that arab americans get lots of hate mail
we should be marching on guantanamo
and bring the patriot act down to scale
meaning that it should fail
to scare one more citizen
or undocumented immigrant
these words flow like the nile
keeping the content buck wild
like an adhd child
lacking ritalin
let me begin again
and repeat the words of dead prez
that the white house is the rock house
uncle scam is the main pusher man
trading arms for cocaine contras
those neoconningservatives
live by the wackest of mantras
but i flow smoother on the mic
than a million and one sinatras
doing it my way
which could be your way, right away
because tomorrow could be another day
free from mental and physical slavery
and unchecked corporate knavery
someday, i wish i could become doctor dre
pulling from james brown and everyone else
worth emulating in our humble town
of bratt the place where public nudity begat
arresting bush and cheney
for crimes against humanity
too numerous to mention
if your lyrical thirst needs quenchin
then let's put wack emcees on suspension
send em all to a permanent detention
without the right of habeas corpus
cuz those poseurs lack purpose
and i defeat em in an instant
like quaker oats float em away
in sinkable boats
ripping up their weak-ass poetic notes
that fattens and bloats
the corporate offers of white supremacist coffers
i would never pay a nickel
for anything by fifty cent
never vote again
for another lying half-white president
i would rather be a resident
in a world worth living in
instead what we got
is a planet set to rot
a piece of the universe
that sacred species forgot
anyhow i don't want to end too grim
with a disenchanting hymn
an ode to despair
and everything unfair
perhaps we can be saved
from universal early grave
by activists that are righteous and brave...
