Double J Raid

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We rage in our cage, never leave unscathed
Try to step to us, leave you crushed and dazed
We're tough enough, can't be cut by blades
Better be afraid, it's a double J raid.

When I was young, they called white.
But they called me n*gger, too. Does that sound right?
"Why'd you do your book report on Malcolm X?"
2 did Hitler, that better bet?
"Jarvis, my man, I'm blacker than you."
"Oh, my bad, you're just a smart black dude."
"You're not like them, you're a good one."
"Dance for us, have some fun."
Feeling confusion, reality contusion
6'4" with my with ego bruisin'
Thought I was a funny kid, optimistic dummy ish
Unpopular, like out of water fish
4 and half years mistake in a lurch
Shoulda stayed home, shoulda stayed in church
Took 28 years to find my drive
Another 6 years see it was a lie
Voice in my head says, "You'll never do better."
"Grab a shotgun and do a double header."
Lay awake in the morning depressin' stressin 
Suffering experience, learning my lesson.
But I got these bars, and I'm going far
Deathly ideation, but I'm shooting for the stars
You don't really matter! that's not true!
I gotta press on, gotta see it through

Lies in my head lies in my head
Headphones on, turn it up instead
Laugh so I never have to weep alone.
Why won't she pick up the phone?
Lies in my head lies in my head
Headphones on, turn it up instead
Look 'em in the eyes, say I'm okay
Pass the mic to my man Ogier

Globe has hold of the soul it rots to mold
LO and behold this hole's toll is yet to be told
Cracked in the cold winter blows,
Splints got you froze, fragile to splintering I suppose
Intersected with vexin' a quartered cadaver's attention
What is your section? What is your lesson?
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong face, wrong line!
Manic, lazy, f*ck you, pay me.
Moral panic? Go 'head, blame me!
But Let's cut the shit, slit the gloves,
Let the brass tax show true federal love
Mutts and ponies play hunt the phonies
Discarding the heart of the matter unless there's porkbelly to spitroast

Yet I'm working for a spaceship makeshift from spaceX
On a grave shift chugging Raze like double stacked thizz pills from piedmont
Privilege in the dope game wit a trust fund flaunt
Blessings upon you from this cyberly ordained heathen
A cynic preachin' with a low-hangin rotting fruit kamakaze sermon
Permed thin waves descending from the light like Kincade
I say, this ain't the spiked ball with which I play
Too clean, wanna flay my playmates, now wait
You ain't stayed long enough to catch my flow state
Hone in the zone of the lone drone
Condonin the holdin of moldin my role in this backyard chain link pay-per-view thunderdome

Bookies'll hook me as top of a gamble, shorting my flop a preamble to crumble
So double down on the lead-lined tin crown
As I follow the script laid out before my fate to drown
In the debt of my distrust, and lust, and cusp
Of victory of laying seeds so perfectly in their places
When they sprout, will I remember their names and faces? Shit.
It's truly ecstasy to chop mcs at their waning knees
Need more decor, feelin' vore and lore
Feel no remorse, wonder what's in store
For the moment of unleashin the wrathful war wraith within
Face the shattered mirror again, let the faux honor rage begin!

We rage in our cage, never leave unscathed
Try to step to us, leave you crushed and dazed
We're tough enough, can't be cut by blades
Better be afraid, it's a double J raid.

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