White Slave owners taught money over all,
That’s the reason that you think it’s lovely to ball.
Bodies by the boat load cutting through the raw
Whips up in the closest, money in a ball,
Coke up in the dashboard, bloody on the wall,
Everybody know: cotton fluffy in fall.
Now I see the same shit bumping in your songs,
hear it your footsteps running to the mall…
Like, “Mmmmm, yeah, cop a deal,
on a new pair of shoes that you got to feel,”
Nike reported it took a lot to reel
Michael Jordan into the room where the pot gets pealed.
But he sat down,
Next to suited up men, who invented the whip
He saw paper cuts had indented the tips
Of their fingers and so he was tempted to dip,
But he figured he’d stay,
At least hear what the what the half bald men had to say
That’s when they passed him: pen on a plate.
Ink was the blood, wrung from the whip.
Michael Jordan’s front tooth, sunk in his lip,
One of the bald man, stood, clung to his dick and said:

“First you must learn not to feel
For those today who have not a meal.
Don’t have jobs for the po’ folk,
That’s why we gave ‘em pot to deal!
...Gave it to the rich kids too,
But told the cops not to care what the rich kids do
Cause we do got jobs for them,
So long as they take what we offer them,
Make sure they’re making the profit and,
Put the pill in their palm and pop it in, Pop it in, pop it in!
Goes down smooth as Klonopin.
Electrons get to colliding in
Your gut ‘till you’re hunched up vomiting,
Throwing up Gatorade, Ramen (noodles), and
The other synthetic shit that we bought for them,
Its really pathetic the life we offer them”

The men chuckled…then were silent…

Till Jordan interrupted them:
“Well what you if your kids see the problem and
Choose to use what you have to stop it, man?”

Mr. Suited Up: “Oh, Michael, stop it man!
You think we haven’t thought of them?
Every weekend we give ‘em
Models and a lot of gin, plus some pot to spin,
Into double wide papers that they plop it in,
So come Monday they’re down do it all again!
Look around you Mike…
nothings changing…
And they’re okay with that.”

(Tory Mathieson on vocals)

[La Mama]
“Oh my goodness! The other day, I was sitting with him and he passed me a joint!
And you know what I did? I was quite the renegade, I took one puff!
Oh, but then I started coughing!”

[French Woman]
“Are you serious! Oh my goodness did you get high off of that?
You coughed? That’s crazy”

[Phone Rings]
“Ayo E. Oks come out to Bennet! There’s a fucking crazy Ciph right now,
and some dude’s killing it but you could murder this dude.”