Released on January 16, 2016

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[Intro]

Bang on the drum

Bang on the drum

Bang

Heart!

Bang on the drum

Bang bang on the drum

Heart!


[Verse 1]

I don’t protest

I am one

And my throat is my handgun

I’m a Protextor

You an amateur

I’m a glowstick and I’m cracked up

I been watchin’ the sitcom

But it isn’t funny

Like I’m stuck in Philladelphia

But it isn’t sunny

I swear they playin’ with different money

They slick as a fox

That’s why I been Scully

Don’t got a single dollar in my pocket

Don’t belong to someone else already so

If I’m late on my rent again...

I don’t need no one’s help!

I’m steady on it

Just lemme be an American male

Lemme be in debt

Insecure

And upset as all hell

(Sick!)

Germs flyin'

You can see me spit

Creatin’ culture out of nothing

Like a petrie dish

That’s we how do it 'round here:

We don’t see these fences

We don’t see this ceilings

We don’t need these lessons

This one’s for the underfunded

Who been misjudged for where they from

When they was young

Or the drugs they done did

Or who they love

Or who they run with

Cuz you and us makes 1, ya dumb shit

We got a pool of love

And it’s cool to jump in

Stay you in the hive mind

No need to be afraid of the high dive

So

Take me with a grain of salt

Take me with a gram of weed

Take me with a Tylenol

Take me a dramamine

Just don’t take it too hard when I take the lead

We don’t forget who we are

And this is

I is we

High as we

Might just be

We ain’t blind

Eyes can see

I can be who I am but see

Now I can leave

I can be free and be the whole world in a minute

I see you Khaleesi

It’s easy

I feel it


[Verse 2]

WE filter out these average Joes

WE regularly be right at your throat

WE will accept cash for your hope and

WE earned the right to pass this so

I’ma pass it to the right

Get ‘em frantic

Get ‘em panicked

With the type of note we pass low

We pass ‘em hope like

Doncha know?

I’m so alive

You 'bout to go

They promise magic if you put some cash in this basket and pass it on

I call that passin’ the buck

I say that I’m hassled enough

Though I thrown down to those who practice compassion and love

Cuz I know

That can be tough


[Verse 3]

It’s only wine til you drink it

Then it’s what’s inside

You can pop a pill to see God motherfucker

Try

You can pray

With a button

You can fuck

With a touchscreen

What the fuck did I just jerk off to?!

What the fuck did I just see?!

I think I saw a black man die...

I think I saw this in a movie

– wait

I think I saw this on a TV show

– no

I think I saw it in Newsweek

I think I heard the storm roof leak

I think I heard of a shooting

About 2 weeks ago

Is it the same one?

The news so deja vu

The news so deja vu

I stay numb

Cuz it’s a crime to be different

But the times they are shiftin’

And my mind keeps driftin’

I get so high when it’s windy…

So tell me whatever you’re inta

We can do it til you can’t get no better

I’m meant to uncensor your agenda

Til’ the pendulum swing and the rope go

CRACK


[Outro]

I don’t protest

I am one

And my throat is

My handgun

The law is against my heart

So my heart is against the law

We get stronger

They get older

Days get longer

Night gets colder

SHIFT!