Put You On Pause

Oh it’s fact that you’ve won this case

But I’ll catch up in pace

Must I rerun this race?

You’re the reason it’s become this way

And their love for it is the reason I must come in 1st place.

They, love your darkness

You’ve made them heartless

And in return they have become your martyrs

You’ve been in the poem of none of the poets

But you reside in the hearts of all of the heartless

You thought our smartest had tried to articulate,

But they were just retarded, let us show you the quickest haste

The dro dies from my footsteps

I’ll be the one that they’ll follow

I’ll be the one that their trust’s with

Through your back alleys and your black markets

Your oval offices, the crack houses and apartments

Well send mazes for your keen

And show that pages of the wagers defeat the haters of the clean

Right through your veins and kill fiends

Your paper chases nothing to make you famous in my scene

One of the oldest most ancienest of things

But the meanings only true in Arabic, Yadimean?

This kills the American Dream

It stops the rape of Africa and all the horrid dreams

It humbles the price of medicine and ceases ur regimes

Breaks the tough guy’s front, and brings spring upon the scene

I’ll be the blood of purity

Recycle gas, water and electricity

Ill reteach the math and the history, stop gunshots in the class,

And you will pass to take evil with u G

I’ll teach them better than that

Ill teach em to better your head, and read the pasts of the dead

We’ll be glad your gone, baby, hope you never come back

I hope you whither down with prostitutes and die with the hags

I hope you die with your trash, I can’t help but wonder why your mind becomes so irrash- (Irrational)

Im sure the true will realize that you’re crap from the hell bound hypocrisy that brought down the collapse.

Then maybe we can grow up to build truth bigger

Make welfare much better constitute the bridge builders,

The world will watch on TV how they should properly say thanks for the riches

Show mind and mind the hitchers wanting "Thanks" from the richest,

We are the true haven for those running away from your transistors

We’ll have trust in our leaders, have faith in our defender

And from the eyes to the skies we’ll rule

You fools chose the wrong path to go and put your jewels

No baptizing from the waters of the Scarface pools

We’ll feed them food held by the faith that held those who had ruled

And when they die, theyll tell them that they know His name, and the Gates will open for them as though its open game, cause it’s the BANG







For better experience, try readin this with the beat for "Put You On Game" by Lupe Fiasco lol