Focus
I
gladly cop to the so-called sin of pride
I put it all on number one and I let it ride
cuz I know that my philosophy is bona fide
And I never give an inch to the opposite side
friends and foes feel my flows
from nose to toes in the city of no dozin
closin in on a cure for the
moral twerpitude
I don't wanna have to hurt you dude
but if you step to this
I will do you like Brutus
not cuz youre ambitious
cuz your aim is malicious
meretricious bitches
try to grab my riches
but I ain't tryib to waste my energy
on new and different ways to slay my enemies
never shrink from my responsibility
never blink in the face of adversity
from Marseilles to Bombay
I waylay the PKs
undermine the spineless
with sublime rhymes and basslines
And I always focus on the positive
recognizing that the best revenge is to live
haters obfuscate, instigate, complicate
lust for the power to control your fate
but we don't sweat them
we gonna forget them
we gonna let them set their own death
lay them to rest
cuz they've already confessed implicitly
that they're guilty of the worst hypocrisy
complicit in the worst atrocities
precipitated by depraved philosophies
advocating the rejection of the rational
in favor of the blatantly fantastical
now they try to put obstacles up in my path
try to pull the plug on my bubble bath
party poopers and storm troopers ain't even a threat
naked lady mudflaps is all you're gonna get
[chorus]
now
I'm talkin bout myself and I know why you're hatin
some serious wealth is what I'm creatin
psychological health is what I'm demonstratin
take it somewhere else if your aim is instigatin
I ain't cuban, puerto rican, haitian or jamaican
my ethnicity officially is "straight money-makin"
I take down statists with a well-placed brickbat
expose their long noses %and two-faced kickbacks
gettin sharp cheddar like I'm from wisconsin
takin out these thugs like I'm charles bronson
no guns but I'm causing mass casualties
pummeling the parasites perpetually
intelligence cuz my logic is aristotalean
eloquence cuz my rhymes are sesquipedalian
I got the technique and the culinary know-how
spicy -I'll burn your tongue like some kung pao
Mr.
Scott blowin spots cuz I gotz da stugots
buckshot on these flocks talking poc trellat
I rock the bomba clots, outfox the despots
Scotch their rotten plots and mock their mental schlock
from concretes to concepts and all the way back
from the simplest perceptions to the most abstract
it ain't worth smack if it ain't about facts
so the faculty of reason %is what they attack
And I always focus on the positive
recognizing that the best revenge is to live
haters obfuscate, instigate, complicate
lust for the power to control your fate
20,000 VOLTS OF STONE COLD REASON
Underhanded bandits got their hands in my pocket [repeat as
intro]
fingers in the socket trying to drain my flow
but they can't tap the source cuz they know not whence
and now they're comin up against an electric fence
20,000 volts of stone-cold reason
I'm declaring open season on these
doe-eyed, bow-tied
spewin-out the bromides
cliches, diatribes
misguiding guileless minds
feeding them lines
misreading the signs
the blind lead the blinder
in a sleepwalking stupor
and they keep talkin two-fers
package deals and poisin in the wells
nefarious hysterics cuz emotion sells
stolen concepts tapped to the limit
%% circuit breakers gonna trip any minute
the context droppin and mind-stoppin brutes
mow down the orchards but they still want the fruits
Jack-booted thugs in cahoots with the looters
the roots provided by intellectual polluters
and they shoot down any threat to their self-deception
reject the concept of natural selection
their so-called revolution is reverse evolution
the forced extortion of wealth redistribution
in their blind contempt for meritocracy
they create a depraved aristocracy
Underhanded bandits got their hands in my pocket
fingers in the socket trying to drain my flow
but they can't tap the source cuz they know not whence
and now they're comin up against an electric fence
instinct is for stinky skunks and pink-assed monkeys
for buddhist monks, drunks, and punk-ass flunkies
junkies can't put down the pipe of faith and force
they start by takin eighths and now they want forths
distort the source of justice which is reality
tell you that you can't ever trust what you see
but take their emotions as a means to know
prefer to forget that you reap what you sow
and you say it's all open to interpretation
what a clever way to cover your prevarication
present a pathetic justification
for your complete moral abnegation
but you ain't gettin away widdit
no way, not today, not tomorrow,
you can beg you can borrow, you can cry,
you can lie cheat and steal
but the real is real
and there ain't no appeal
it don't matter how you feel
cuz all that self righteous posturing
aint gonna unlock the box you're in
contradiction got you trapped inside
and turnin blue from the lack of oxygen
it's a no-go, no cash flow situation
no dough due to crustacean defalcation
bottom feeders goin hogwild in crabtown
try to grab my cash but they're gonna get hacked down
So you say that you can do this here just like me
tell me I'm a product of society
look upon it as an impropriety
when I stand up and assert my right to be
[repeats as 2nd chorus]
ex-al-trun ...
got you on the run
now your game is done
better put away your gun
cuz ideas is the ammo
and you ain't got no camo
no place to hide
your lies debunkified
your ideas exposed as the first step to genocide
with 80 million murdered and starved worldwide
bunch of fake ass snakes in the grass with no class
hatchin' half-baked schemes from psychedelic dreams
buncha wannabes, has-beens and simply never wuzzes
just becauses, stupid-is-as-stupid-doeses
fuzzy math, but you miscalculated
your fatuous claims are unsubstantiated
your lame hypotheses easily invalidated
self defeating like the mind that you negated
intellectual runts, you can't front on the facts
if you're a big tree then we're a small axe
honed to perfection for the ready attack
to hack you down with a coupla good wacks
[repeat chorus to end]
BURNT
supercallifragillisticexpialadocious
your message is sadistic and your logic is atrocious
you coronate yourself as the savior of the masses
showing off your fangs on behalf of lower classes
talkin 'bout the wealth you wanna shave off the asses
of the prime-movers who know what the nature of cash is
you call us fascists cuz we got the audacity
to state that wealth doesn't happen automatically
scammin on tha public whicha marxist rhetoric
bloated and hairy like your boys karl and frederick
foamin at the mouth like a rabid animal
economically you're nuttin butta a gluttinous cannibal
can I get a yes-man, on the left-hand side?
80 million murdered and starved worldwide
Check the ideals that you glorified
still you deny socialism is collective suicide
poisoning the minions
with your toxic opinions
the corpulent hirsute bloviating wretch
fabricating far-fetched stretched-out yarns
Your so-called solution: evil to the core
to help the poor by destroying what they strive for
Take down the ambitious for the sake of the vicious
spread lies pernicious, pseudo-facts fictitious
A butcher, a faker and a fat hairy muckraker,
forsaker of truth, chronically uncouth
playin fast and loose with the facts
with the so-called proof he presents he resents
success per se and the american way
the corpulent hirsute bloviating wretch
fabricating far-fetched stretched-out yarns
Check how I blow the whistle on your pickpocket scheme
as the clock tick-tock your cloak is tearing at the seams
smokescreens and socialist pipe dreams exposed
and your dirty little schemes get the emperor's clothes
now your solicitousness is suspicious at best
your insidious quest to second guess progress
so called social justice is just the antithesis
contradiction in yo fiction please check yo premises
loggin on and bloggin slinging soggy lil slogans
ain't no business in the world you wouldn't wanna put your nose in
can I get a yes-man, on the left-hand side?
80 million murdered and starved worldwide
Check the ideals that you glorified
still you deny socialism is collective suicide
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