Mr. Grace (Intro)

What is America built off of? (Violence and entrepreneurship) So if you had to tell another six year old like yourself what to look out for what would you tell 'em? (They would kill you for the right price) Are you a buyer or a seller? (A seller) If I gave you a million dollars right now would you buy candy or a candy store? (A candy store) What is the goal to be? (Independent) If you lost everything tonight what you got tomorrow (intellectual property) And what is intellectual property? (They can take your possessions, but they can't take your mind) How do you say group economics in Spanish? (Economía de grupo) How do you say barter system? (Sistema de cambio) If I gave you something for five hundred and you flip it to the next man for two thousand what is that called? (Upselling) Alright now, me, as your leader, as your father the person who's supposed your best interest if I celebrate holidays and Christmas, your entire life and you gotta go beg somebody for a job at eighteen, what did I do? (You failed me financially) And I want you to tell me how fast can somebody be a victim of gun violence in America? (This fast) Was told to hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil In a place that hears no evil, sees no evil Where the oppressor sees no color The investor sees no others The erection seems so seasonal, plus illegal Man, that's just the mode, that's just the evil We just adjust to that, that's just machismo I was destined to be mo' than a apple laying next to a tree, bro Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity Surface low, economically In need of capital, in search of a loan and it's a few bankin' institutions who got the remedy But this is America where credit is for the privileged and profit is not my amenity I'm just here to get popped by the cops get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy While in a homicidal, fratricidal cycle of wild, constant hostile energy Lookin' down the barrel of a rifle while tryna find some inner peace As God as my witness, through teary-eyed tyranny Knowledge itself is the caveat and the dollar itself is the demigod Listen, nigga, this is The Iliad Flip the dollars for wealth until our figures resemble the myriad We are the inventors, we are the lenders, we are the matriarchs Only thing we didn't make was slavery laws And on this specific day it's the end of the prison sentence, this is the period A rich man wrote this with a poor man's focus A sick man quotes this, but the dope man sold this Lookin' for a soulmate and the bitch playin' Go Fish Provin' you got heart doin' dirt for The Tin Man in a quicksand culture Standin' on anything I said like the kickstand open Feelin' like Rembrandt sculpted some shit that just van Gogh get I am the descendant of the original, physical melanin skin man The highly-intelligent pride of the ghetto, the Zinjanthropus The Phantom's so clean you can't see the lord sit down, she is gorgeous All you see is a steerin' wheel floatin', led by a herd of stampedin' horses Checks and balances by the curb Steps to amateurs flyin' birds Connected annual to a buyin' surge Expectin' the amateurs to try and merge To try and lessen the blesses but you can never lessen the connection of the indefinite pentameter Ryan serves tryin' words This is Category A Definition, battered slave of yesterday Recognition by cattle Present picture, a guy battles sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow That's not deep, I'm shallow As time travels, rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage Wearin' satchels, catchin' cases like statutory rape Online actin' like natural-born slaves, really I guess it's from the back of the back to back to sittin' with my back to the shadows With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes But that shapes our fate This is the Allegory of the cave theory by Plato and this is the first chapter The first forty-eight, "Death Of the Dope Man"