Paranormal

Last stand of the free thinkers, no room for half believers
For the children who never see beyond their buildings
Urban guerrillas with fitteds, more than gats that blast
Fall back or act, I've seen too many frauds in facts
Triple 6 digital stamps on the global map
Can the Anti Christ be the son of Uncle Sam?
Agents of disaster
Who tear down the effigy of lady justice like the cover of that Metallica album
Drones roam through broken skies, sign of the times
Battle for your mind, no longer believe that televised life
Baphomet emblems on riot police, rejct the mark of the beast
What the fuck you think is RFID?
As they watch us, upside down flags out of apartments
Marching with chants that sing the dirge of martyrs
And break away from the chains of this planetary asylum
And render truth as a loaded rifle firing, free thinkers


De La Music

Our struggle is well known, we far from legit
No credit card or cell phones, fall off the grid
We living in a hell hole, a bottomless pit
Welcome to the kill zone, it's off with his head
Fuck that shit, the government can suck a dick, we thuggin it
We exceed the strength of them other men
Form a coalition with my brothers cuz they understand
That we on a mission never flee to the motherland
To live free but to die as a martyr
Convinced that your seed will try and go harder
Whether friend or enemy, their heartbeats a melody
So if its them or me, it's never far from necessity
To give it everything you got, so if they want to get it on
We run up in the spot and raaa, kill 'em all
Wake up from the matrix, follow your dreams niggas
Escape the close minded and follow the freethinkers

John Figz

I'm still rapping, I don't give a fuck what you think
Got kicked out of therapy for trying to finger my shrink
March to the beat of my own drum, I ain't following cliques
While exploring the cement maze in buttersoft timbs
Prepared for the task at hand, we living in disaster land
Where debt is part of the master plan
Our goal is to stay Gucci, Dapper Dan
While screeching tires in faster cars
But we're still slaves that's why we're still swiping them master cards
They take from us to get rich like a pastor does
I ain't go to Harvard, Yale or M.I.T.
I was B-born to be bad on the MIC
They're putting manganese in Malt liquor, take it to the head and you'll assault quicker
Than southern cops using the word (nigger)
There is nothing more realer than these gorillas
Sincerely yours, the last of a bold thinker