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Verse 1

Hunger/Chokin every inch of my viens strangled and frozen it pinches/
and singes with pain hopin it ain’t the true lie/ This world aint’ for my/health/it helps me into a grave and ohh I -
see we all slaves to the cakes and the moolah I do not/
Break from now to the last hoo-rah/
This world I’ll take with a pistol gun or two –five or moshburg
Nerves cold as the guts of an iceberg you heard
My words will split an atom in thirds/
Like lasers through him and her and disappear in a blur
As it were we’re busted. Society’s a corrupted/
System and logic’s dumped in a feces bucket/
Panic’s the new functin we burn both sides of the candle
Illogically watch as the economy falls into a shambles/
Human theives Blow-ing a-way like human leaves
like the banker told the joker what do you believe?

Verse 2

Who’d a thunk it?/Wall street’s lustin and mass consumption/
Would have us broke and rusted with muthafuckin nothin’/
The infrastructure has been infiltrated and dusted and no one knows nothing like a mass alien abduction./
Banks in shreds and shards what’s-the-next-to-be gone –com-plex hex-agon you bes’ get cha god to fix it/
At the blink of an instant/
Cause right now we punchin’ shorter than kung -fu midgets
Dig it/
Ain’t no need to explain cause pain’s universal./
So many things have changed 180 degree reversal./
I grew up with hood crooks that look like me./
But now there’s a man in the office that looks like me./
I keep my true wits like two clips beside me /
With a crew too sick don’t give two shit like me/
Watch as your lies fries like vampires in sunrise fuck the top 5
Dead or alive, dog I’m trying to survive.


Verse 3

20, 000 maniacs
20, 000 brainiacs
from the burbs of planet earth to the hous-ing proj-acts
with the soul of a swinging axe deep in my cerebal synapse
I’ll forever well past the human species collapse
You will not define me I break rules in this mug
With the swag of a jail thug covered in blood
Calbro’n my confidence is of a young Roy Jones titanium alloy bones this ain’t a fair fight zone.

Chorus:

It gets dangerous when I come around
Fuck Green lights, I do it now
Nobody move nobody make a sound
when it's rumblin' I bring trouble right now

It gets dangerous when I come around
Fuck Green lights, I do it now
Nobody move nobody make a sound
When it all comes tumbling All comes tumbling down
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It's probably just that I really don't understand hip hop (which is certainly the case), but seems to be thematically unfocused... like the message is, "Between me and my gun and the black guy in the white house, we're gonna tear the economy to shreads." See? Three themes mixed together in a weird way.

Seems like it would be stronger if you just focused on one theme.

If I were producing this, I would be tempted to throw in a musical reference to Tommy Johnson's Rolling and Tumbling, maybe in the intro.

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Wow - I love the intensity in the delivery! Very good! The hook, the verses, the power in your voice is awesome! I really like it.

It's mixed really well, as well! Your quality is great.

Your lyricism is great. The multies, flow, wording, everything in this is good. There's not much to say.

I like it, I wish I had critique for you - but I'll just leave it with this

Good job

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The statement was certainly not racist. It was my paraphrase of the theme I heard in your lyrics.

Sorry if you were offended, but the offense is in your reading, not what I said.

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