All Bets Placed

My name is unimportant, 'cause we need a change.

Like some untrained and caged dudes, acting deranged.

And what's strange, is the underdogs never seem to win.

They just rap some crappy tunes to the sound of a violin.

In a given instance, your reputation becomes distant.

And protesting the facts, never gets anywhere significant.

No ones ever listened, so why do we have hope?

That's like placing all bets on a disabled antelope.

You get taught the ropes, then you're left to the rats.

Lucky my Animal-Handling can handle that.

But a rap about a crappy man dressed up as a bat?

May be pushing the fact that these chaps think I'm whack.

 

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I never feel surprised that there is nothing that's left.

This system never leaves me vexed or perplexed.

The dapper rapper concept is hardly complex.

It's a dictatorship: One leader, and the rest.

It's hard to see in battle fog, or even a little mist.

I'm sure that you understand the reason why I'm pissed.

And it's quite a long list, even for a true artist.

But it's a metaphor similar to Oliver Twist.

My hand is in a fist and I'm ready to punch.

Leave your breakfast on the sidewalk and also your lunch.

I'm kidding of course. I not quite that violent.

As long as you jump when I say jump, and you stay super silent.

 

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I never be polite when I'm in this situation.

Whipping's what I do, I hope that gives you inspiration.

And for your information, it's an original formation.

Embossed by the M Boss, as an open invitation.

But I'm never gonna stop, in fact, it's clear that imma win it.

Keeping on this charade well into the second minute.

Don't bin it, it's important. Just keep it for nostalgia.

I'm the OG alpha. Hold your camera to this gangster.

BITCH

 

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