Commercial Toxins

Diamond tongued Einstein lyricists
Battle wrapped
In battle raps
By bourgeois imperialists.
Inferior tricks
Meant to pull brothers off corners
Like ho’s
In economic porno flicks.
Yet, it’s much more than this:

Puppeteers clutching the strings
Embedded
In the tongues of Black voice �"
Marionetted.
Read it across pay checks.
Why is their pay checked?
Because their voice is enslaved.
Enraged!
“Play dead
Or another grave’s wet.”
So the stage is set.

What a career!
An artist raped of his paint,
No paint to paint
His life in a mirror.
“Use these crayons,
Color these cars,
Glorify genocide
While we get ours!”
That’s the crack of the whip
My Brother.
Why don’t you abandon ship?
You’re being exploited like a w***e,
Fucked by a corporate dick,
My Brother!

It’s sick!
My tears drown nothing;
Drenching a void;
A parable told not to preach something.
Reach for a breach,
Break the bonds of slavery;
Knavery;
Gold-laced gag tied by capitalistic bravery.
Like a demon after the soul,
R.I.P it from their body
It’s the glory of sheol.

Sacrificial pawns
In a game of bourgeois chess:
Black and White on the same team
Sliding a noose around each of your necks.
A breath of success
Held by razors
Palmed to the left in your chest,
Liberate your voices
And cut free your necks!