[Start] [Spoken Word: Loud Female Speaker] Election year, feel the fear. We is here. Grab the mic. [Verse: Female Rapper] They put me on stages, in front of millions a faces. A social ritual, a new type of communal. On a Friday, not Sunday of ma youth. Every song drop, each callin da cops. Dis art is vulnerable, ain’t tolerable. A social conversation, rulin the nation. This is America, ain’t always fair to uh. We come in cells, biological tells. We shape our story, in words of glory. Can’t be da people, till we real equal. We gon be alright, we’ll be alright. California to Texas, everything is bless. Protect education, cuz we need creation. Be all learners, cuz lies against us. The human race, in a grand pace. In the fast lane, even ridin thru rain. Can’t all be rich, but in a right mind. We’d lay an example, one for our kind. No matter ya story, u a part of glory. We have a dream, in our justice ring. N no matter ya party, we a workin Atari. Need to function togetha, ya hear me player? Street analysts, dream over wrists. Rebel journalists, revolution bliss. We came humble, but now in rumble. But we rise above, cuz all is love. [Transition] [Verse: Female Rapper] Here a page turner, quit rappin. If ya want illions, go business. A talk wit no bite, ain’t got a right. Clooney, shawty gon rob casinos. But he don’t kno, it’s a movie. Keepin da lock, stans gatekeepin. Hid da key n burnt da seed. Killin the culture like Trump in power. Mystical hysterical, generation times. Da bois went psycho, it’s a crime. Loved da falsity till ‘‘twas catastrophe. Burr n Chappell, a fake prophet’s porn. Rowed da boat till Rowling lost lumos. Like Greece, we gotta fall in dis hole. Overly dependent on da wrong coach. Not against da artists but against injustice. When a fool speaks out, fools better shout. So ones in reality know who to ignore. Or we’ll fall like Atlantis, Neptune in a frantic. Hurricanes across da land cuz Athena no stand. Never got Kronos, bro made us doofus. We keep walkin back till alien attack. Weird like Burton but not da good type. Freedom in shock therapy, lose n crash. [Transition] [Verse: Female Rapper] Original maker, the enemy taker. Kings of da ring, rappin wit no beef. Rich to da bone, our art is our own. We hold da magic number, even in our slumber. King of Rock, wannabes get blocked. The future is now, run away in da crowd. [] [Outro: Fade Out]
