Conversational statements in my membrane, negative shit down a sink drain, to explain why complain? A damn thing ain't changed. You say I need Jesus, but all I see is, a hypocritical situation, mental disturbance evaluation, point the finger direct, on how to respect, garbage your mind collect, my emotions you try to affect, to give a lecture with a thrill, idiots out there trying to kill, the spirit I feel, blocked with a shield... You can't steal my joy, negativity I avoid, Hard ass pitch, educated bitch, swaying hips, trying to get rich... But you don't understand, the sweat in my hands... What I do is my business, shut the fuck up and listen...
Three motherfucking words...
Kiss My Ass!
I dig the lyrics. In my mind is an Immortal Technique sound-style-flow. More for the car than the club.