can i spit on this? like i been waiting in the desert for an oasis.. like i been drinking gin no juice since the orphanage can i get a horn to blow on all the sufferage.. steady rock one on the beat lap spitting A1 lines its a heat trap shall i talk about us all like we're one mass heap or 20 shades of static waves each blue and black beat us and our politics hold us strapped to our cash meat couldnt live in a cabin, with out it in yo pocket you'll be on streets.. bitching bout a patriarchy got us flat beat, tied to systems were so stuck in we cant get free.. do you here me? no ceo fears thee.. just a little rat racing but he cant eat unless he licks that motherfucking ceos seat.. spit it, kill it,, fire it up and seed it.. burn it til they thinking its a mother fucking weed hit camping on a lawn gets us no where, do you feel it.. do we need more torches ta get this thing lit? yo gangsta, what you gonna wear when we storm it.. oh your chook shit.. read the book bit.. know they've got you tooth and comb on mobile phone and in your home amd banking credits on your loan you cant even disown a state that owns you.. even loans you, the right to sit isolated once youre home dude.. from an office where it never evened stoned you.. that they hire a clone projected that is not true and if you left in a coffin theyd have fucking cake and coffee, just to honour that youve left and theres new phone crew..