Molten - Dälek

A degenerated state, I’m being kind to our position

Impossible to debate opposition that lacks vision

What passed for wisdom

Inherently known to infants

Mangled adult psyche, terrified of all that’s different

I thought we’ve grown… I shoulda known better

True Knowledge shown but these drones are all tethered

Our skin is mad thick so we endure the harshest weather

From bullets or blankets to bullets or ballots, whatever

Attack this canvas till I fill that granite casket

Perhaps so rabid we bring it back to scalps and hatchets

These muthafukas worship Reagan and Margaret Thatcher!

I guarantee that MY idols are much Blacker!

Sick of, Simplified Slogans

For minds that ain’t open

I’m tired muthafuka, I told you I’m done hoping

No sense to raise fist if your mental ain’t potent

Kept my core molten

My people remain focused!

(Mi gente) 2x

Approach to life remains basic, I ain’t chasing your fabricated dreams

I thrive low-key behind scenes

Create & Destroy, Nah mean?

My world wide connects leave the average heads perplexed

Speak wit yo chest, but come correct wit your intent

No time for argument

I speak in Dälek

Raised on cement malcontent getting bent

Deadverse Massive!

The crew I represent

The 99% Those inclined towards dissent

The ones who reinvent

Those who wonder where the rhymes went

We them bastards from that hostile environment

Verbal assault similar to how that iron spit

That angry Spic.

Quick-witted lip

Subsonic soul that persists, I ain’t shit

But I’ll test them li-mits

You’ll get what you get

A man on a mic that exists to resist!

Sick of, Simplified Slogans

For minds that ain’t open

I’m tired muthafuka, I told you I’m done hoping

No sense to raise fist if your mental ain’t potent

Kept my core molten

My people remain focused!

(Mi gente) 2x