Sarcasm

By Sur5ILL

On Satire

Released on April 26, 2017

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[Hook]:

I think, I think if y'all could

You'd martyr me probably

I'd start to bleed, please call the authorities

I know it

A chopper--it charters me

Yeah I know it

I know it

I know it

[Verse 1]:

I am so slow with my segues

That's because GOB's in my head space

Causing migraines and the headaches

It has been years since I led grace

I do not fuck with them red states

Those white folks trying to spread hate

Pardon my French I just had crepes

I want the woman I wed safe

​I am Bostonian​ channeling

Genghis Khan

More or less feeling Mongolian

​My testimony is

The last twenty yards

On the field... that is the zone he's in​

​I am the loneliest​

​At the top I'm sipping off

Breast milk of Cambodians​

My money's copious

My projects get off the ground

Like they coming linoleum

In terms of alliances

I finally struck a new truce with the scientists

We agreed that the only N-word

On the table I'm using is Nitrogen

My voice is so nasal

Took decades to get

Into tune with my sinuses

In terms of my rhymes and shit

I don't recycle

Like screw the environment

Cue all the biases

Why don't you look through

My pupils and irises

Usually the quietest

Shit gets under my skin

Like I'm doomed for psoriasis

I rule with an iron fist

I close all the shows

You warm up the crowd

Until you get fired, bitch

I can openers like

Consumer appliances


[Hook]

[Verse 2]:

RIP Philando Castile aye

And those attacks on Bastille Day

​I am a nerd like Jaleel aye

Turned baby face to a heel aye​

Yo in my presence you kneel aye

Never arrested, I feel great

Tobias, Buster, Lucille aye

Spin the reel

I stopped wearing these Timberlands

​I was prone to ​

Stomp your ass, river dance

Fuck a contract, I got bigger plans

Fitting these bands into slimmer pants

​No I won't sign, paying labels no mind

I can do what the highest bidder can't

​​I don't use vine, only concerned if it

Can get me high when I ​

Consider​ ​plants

They dread dreads unless they're scouting them

Give them scholarships and housing then

Afraid of braids and fades and waves

Prison is a way to remain a slave

If you got corn rows

There's no room for improvement

Cuz the home is being foreclosed

And it can't be offset by your wardrobe

Fuck Bel-Air academy sport coats

In summary, come with me

Down a sarcastic path

Because everything's bugging me

Make America great?

He means when Columbus

Made the discovery

Asterisk asterisk asterisk

Manifest destiny, man it's a luxury

Says the majority with blue

Collar shirt tucking into their dungarees


[Hook]

(911. What is your emergency?)