[Chorus]

You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist

Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government

Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers

If you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm

You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist

Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government

Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers

If you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm

[Verse 1: Plot Device]

Move it, life is a path, choose it

Better off broke than rich, confused, and stupid

(Clueless) I ain’t talking to you, unless that shoe fits

Shit grab ‘em, go and rock your new kicks

I’m dreaming of a meaning, all I’m seeing is demons

Deceiving me to believe in greenish things with no reason

And what I’m thinking is treason

And what I’m drinking is seasoned with salt of divinities

Fuck that industry

And sneaky senators like Clay Davis, shit

Get them hands out my pockets, I’mma break ‘em quick

Eyeing a piece, ready to make my pick

It seems the game is rigged, them stakes is high, so am I

I feel it's needed just to cope with the times

Everyone walking blind, no one opens their eyes

A future looking bleak, all hope is disguised

But I focus my mind, I play my rhythm

[Verse 2: KS Joel]

See I was raised in a system that creates division

Separates its victims based on class, race, and religion

Aims to condition the masses to fear and hate what’s different

And distract you from the few actually making a killing

State minions spilling innocent blood in the streets

Flood the prisons with the underprivileged citizens just to feed business

I’m sick of the viciousness, the greed, the hate

The dismissive apathy that keeps it in place

And venomous be the screens, violence in the news

Got you questioning if we’ve yet to finally lose

All evidence of the dream, try to find it in the booze

Or the ten minutes in between each time you hit the snooze

Pledge allegiance to the flag of the land of the free

Home of the brave, and if you’re lucky you’ll grow up to be a slave to the bank

Trading your days for paper to pay for a place to lay during breaks in the labor

Aiming for greater ranks saying Thanks

To hard work and neglect for my health

They started far above the bottom, still embezzling wealth

Climbing the ladder like descending through the levels of hell

Praising god while shaking hands with the devil himself

Come on

[Chorus]

You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist

Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government

Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers

If you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm

[Verse 3: Bon Mot]

In the streets screaming things that would have probably got me sent home

Back when I would sloppily squabble with Stockholm Syndrome

Your god's a model, the dollar doesn't exist, though

I don't think they'll get it without bottles through their windows

Merlot replaced with premium, creates the perfect evening

Or at least the scene that the media will stream

"Another drug filled lunatic, goofy on hallucinogens"

Confusing schools, you choose to swim

"On the scene, moving in"

Lucid, he's clueless the future's losing him

But I'll keep swooping in, to try to prove some usefulness

To all employers done toiling with their shoeless kin

Could lose the whip, could lose the rims

Could use some sin, could do a rip

Could do with ten, ass could bruise a dick

Laugh would cool a mint, could do with bending rules a bit

And rule through spending loot from kids

Fascist actions trap the masses

Three big B’s: Banks, Brother, Business, fees, taxes

Time spent listening to liars going batshit

All three tryna act like they ain't tryna have it

I expect attacks if we don't inspect their tactics

Respect every last kid fighting for the grass if

They spend their time relaxing, skipping class and passing

You'll be losing hope they won't be voting for the last men

"Things will never change" is what we wallow and they bask in

Things won't change until the day we fucking snap

Revolutions start with small victories

If you don't kill the fucking president it ain't history

"Where's Bon Mot?" It’s no mystery

I'mma start the kind of riots end with y’all missing me

[Chorus]

You know what it is, make a motherfucking fist

Pump that shit, raise your middle finger to the government

Lift a pointer for your sisters and your brothers

If you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm

[Outro Sample]

Just too bad I don't have a cause, I have a lot of enthusiasm

Oh well, that's the way it goes