These aren’t theories, I’m a conspiracy realist,
…calling it as I see it, ‘till these raps crack the glass ceiling.
It’s hijacked, like the top of the Beanstalk, it’s like that,
But giants fall down…
‘Cuz even in finance, there’s villains filled-with-venom,
That’s why…FreeMoney and will blow up quiet like Building 7…
Otherwise…it’s what people like MJ get killed for
Forget secret societies, they’re advertise it on billboards…
Be Brave. Living in this world's brave.
Don't let the city tame you, break you.
Do what you came to do.
…this world’s not fit for cowards,
The I.R.S. spells “theirs” —but to be fair, it’s ours,
From Nunavut to Chile’s southern-tip across Atlantic South Africa, And back from again to Canada…it’s happening
And I’m a post-Snowden rapper sampling Socrates,
A one-man-government, of the philosophy,
People aren’t “POP MACHINES” ~covering rent like pez-dispensers,
…means-to-other ends, dispensing credit but still in debt ~tell me, that’s intelligent?
Rattle the Cobra. We gotta be on our grind like molars…
…not selling time whole-sale, we’re cashing mic-cheques,
Hack the Skynet…like old 20-bill with Bill Reid,
See the invoice…Revelations 13:17
Be Brave. Living in this world's brave.
Don't let the city tame you, break you.
Do what you came to do.