Boom Tick (feat. DJ Grumble & Kid Vision Beats)

Yeah What, Kinetics in ya headphones It's Acc Mars! Yeah, yao We murder every enemy to pose a problem on us From Pocahontas father up to Okinawa bombers Sip Bourbon that'll put some hair on our chest Fly a Harrier Jet and scream "America's best!" When you protest, cuz all you want is air in your breath You scare 'em to death, they label you a terrorist threat Obviously something is wrong They still call the cops on the black person in the lobby who "doesn't belong" This is a massacre, a massive attack A MAGA hat fashioned with Confederate flags in the back Me and my President, we are not in the same position You are on the opposite side of a Mason-Dixon Slavery is alive today, they just named it "prison" And if you could time travel you probably hated Lincoln I just think you hate minorities generally And in the Civil War you woulda supported General Lee I really think that we're slowly losing our independence Technology, science, society's become dependent In the world we live in, the money spending faster than the Earth is spinning Like a farmer how I'm chasing chicken In God we trust is my religion, am I really sinning? Designer denim, fine wine, fine women with him Rap Frankensteins out their soul, body and mind Dividing the divine, I'll define their kind Lies are disguised as the truth is deprived Revolution has arrived and there's nowhere to hide I feel the demons calculating my correlations Angels with filthy faces avoiding evaluations I'm loyal and steady pacing, now is forever changing, imagination That's the eye of the soul, I'm speaking in code Most of the globe's controlled by Bohemian Grove Most of y'all are too slow to take notice to even know (Oh!) If being white is a privilege Then being Puerto Rican just means striking resemblance seen as lighter visage Seems I'm whiter with them, succeeding inside a system That keeps an eye on your pigment and demonizes the victims Some police serve and protect and are very proud Others speak in murder threats that are very loud A knee is on a person's neck when they're already down Yet when they need a burst of breath they are considered wild (Listen now) And this is both reality and metaphor The salaries of every poor family are never more (Too little for them) The thing is though a black one is already born With challenges just met with more brutality and deadly force The roots of this ruin are in communities The blue hue is seen as immunity from what's humanly To a degree they are shooting men with impunity With new eulogies for you and me when they cruise the streets