Smash the State

brillig ripping RPM's like your plastic army men

militant posture but a flat base, purchased by the dozen

what click you riding cousin, fuzzing lines of worth and

waste, questions answer's cancer spreading, we mortals

fly by the case, like i'm looting bakers- take the cake

cement shoe bankers at the lake

planting acres so we ate

we the change we know is late

humble the mighty, raise the meek, though

we know the worlds power from,

the unnamed not the hero, you raise one and you diminish the mass

 

let's see this clear so, when stomachs turning with fear no,

appeal to a boot click heel, flag-draped gun steel will steer the people

No justice til we're equal, cuz now its a racketeer show

millionaires hold court in Congress, we're just horses for their polo

 

But we can buck this rider off,

heart pump out their mindstate, hoss

and we know that their fence ain't hot,

lets prance til their chest plate pops

smash the state to a beat that drops

keep the streets safe from the cops

take a moment to notice the loss,

demolished the office of boss, hurrah

put the que in sera sera

daily diamonds, not rhyming your blah with blah

atomic clock timing, I gnaw with jaw

your gaping maw, to the pavement drops

 

you thought it would end, no friend i'll let your distain extend

i'm stiff-frame x-men, inter-knuckle knives slip back in

your arteries my inkwell, step to this fine tipped pen

why stop then, your hearts arhythmia, bloody as the Ardennes

don't be seeking pardon, i'm popping fools like slugs in gardens

 

but imma click through verses, chambered pistol, I get flow

deltas or volcanoes,

imma fenceline to your pasture-fed tame, flow. Ripping the game, though

I'm repping the rainbow, your weak spit'll stain so,

i'm clamping your chords like a capo, (say it ain't so)

Headache your brain with growing pains

my lyrics standing unequal, speak the beat to

keep the people, eyes-locked on prizes in life

not steeples, i'm the kind that will nod

in highest regard, that this life is a sequel

to Emma G, Bobby Hutton BPpSD, Che and the Zapatist-a

need a breather to see us as history-writers not as readers

igniting the fires to hasten the seed drop, the placement of hip-hop

with labor songs and gospel, filled with working survival, clap-stomp

where cheap life is cleaved off, just joy and pain on a see-saw

spitting bibles vital to see far past the sights on haters rifles

but this is tantamount to candy from a baby carriage,

your a drool-mouth consumer, seeking the NEW SHIT, so average

 

I could give you FRESH FECAL, but I'd rather not disparage

the interior, could say no equal instead, no hierarch superior,

my mind: ten miles to its perimeter, sub woof with no limiter

you think your extra-hot, you ain't even in the shot, extra

limb chopped at cutting table, clip duff/ and grin pops

i'm the fates spinning lyrics up in this pot, oracle hold taut

brillig stealing lost gold block, fleece? I got the whole flock

rope-a-dope poems'll make ya dome rock

they call me the arborist, I cut quick and then they bough down

my pole saw the oak drop, no stops

yall are sweating and breaking away like the ice walls in Glacier Bay,

I flow frigid, and stop warming by spitting this day to day,

uncharted address sirie can't say the way, got ancestors I can't fade away

 

it’s face-up or stand down time, stay-sharp or sand down day

stacked deck card castle, I went and blown it all away

chess game rook took, knights stable-bound getting

shot gun treatments, reading the horse

meat cook book, I pawned all of your pieces,

I dip snares like asteroids, falconning it, solo

in the hold’s the souls gold, false panel on the low, so

no imperial nose, will sniff the pungent whiff of revolt

sharp as needles in peacoats, but you got the heart of greedo

in which the hero will leave holes with beam smoke

night terror American dreams broke,

bankers suits butchers to bleed folks

the truth of this world don’t need popes

money makers make the ultimate evil

people accepting defeat, NO!

we dropping the plow and the mean yoke

 

And we can buck this rider off,

heart pump out their mindstate, hoss

and we know that their fence ain't hot,

lets prance til their chest plate pops

smash the state to a beat that drops

keep the streets safe from the cops

take a moment to notice the loss,

demolished the office of boss, hurrah

put the que in sera sera

daily diamonds, not rhyming your blah with blah

atomic clock timing, I gnaw with jaw

til your gaping maw, to the pavement drops

 

no stops left on the organs, brilligs bored and pulled em all out

so when fingers brace on chords, hear the voice of god shout

I’m here to cause doubt that the ones up top are looking out

with anything other than disdain for what our lives are all about

so pick up your pencils, pens, your fists and your friends

and the will to lead a meaningful life up again, its us vs. them

the workers must win, stomachs and patience are far too thin.

no bargain we charging the grain bin, you don’t say when

we will say when the sun sets on their day’s end