Poli-Sci

[Verse 1 of 3]
Coup de grace, coup d'etat
Moo-lah, bring me the shah
Ackbar, go start my car
Semtex by the gas tanks, snipers watching for brink
So I salute my enemies, can't see Woods for the trees
Rockin' charcoal and the pressurized shine
Like money that ole fole
Lyrics set and grow
Only atheist in the foxhole
Gas mask at the ready
Since Guadalcanal, same machete
Dead drummer boyz, blunt gut confetti
All these grams got palms sweaty
Don't be petty
Before you get gray, stay back like you got bad grace
Faceless renegade, Jack o' all trades
Hurried hands need grenades
He who moves by the blade needs bulletproof motorcades
There's never enough graves
Chains don't enslave, make
Camp David smoke and shake
Let 'em eat yellow cake
Invisible ink treaties, beats break
Quake out eight-o-eights
Whip might levitate if the dashboard wasn't full of weight
Terrafirma, slow-burner, all ash makes Billy a slow learner
Truth like Sojourner
CraKKKers want us murdered
Nigga Jim rollin' on the river with Tina Turner
Huck Finn, Dixieland's best earner drawin' heat like Meridith & Schwerner