Deep Cover Craftstyle

A little birdie told me that we need to start a revolution
Cause the legacy of Jim Crow still comin home to roost
So I been out here recruitin, who gon fight this stupid shit?
If votin don’t work then I’mma get up in this booth and continue to be a nuisance to the ones who tied the nooses, silenced truth
It’s time to do shit, Facebook posts don’t equal movements, what we doin?
I’m out here ready to abolish Trump wit an ammunition of knowledge that’ll make Donald duck
Am I looney to think love is a solution?
300 new sources, more like sources of confusion
Ain't none of em tellin truth and that power just get abused
Like the light bill is overdue, they be all on some Blue’s Clues shit
Feed you wit a spoon shit, make you think you figured it out
Ignorant routes driven by the blind are great distances now
They Artest, jumpin in the stands to fight the wrong dude
Left all you right while the Koch brothers eat our food
Shit, I’m just here to tell you keep the hope alive and ask yourself before you close your eyes if you know you tried to push us forward today
Cause if you ain't movin then we layin in the bed you made
I’m just sayin, shit
And motherfuck the DNC too, your façade’s see-through and we never believed you
We comin for what’s ours now, this shit has gone too far now
This is bigger than bars now, homie we fightin scars now
And yeah we took an L, but if Cleveland can come back from 3-1 then we can trump Trump before we live in hell
Turn that grief into passion, get motivated and yell
You only playin yourself if you go complainin don’t help
And everything is everything, it all matters
So here’s a motherfuckin PSA to all rappers
This is art, if you ain't usin it for good then fall backwards before I leave your heart extracted and your balls shattered
This ain't political rhyme, this is nothin else right now could even sit in my mind
I do this shit because I gotta, the decision ain't mine
I’ll be the villain, I’m fine til we live in simpler times
I said yeah, and ya don’t stop
They do a 187 on ya muthafuckin thoughts
Then you gotta grin and bare it while they eat your porridge, son
I been to college, still don’t understand electoral ones
It’s Crafty the supreme, out here craftin a regime
Whole world bout to unravel least that’s just how it seems
I guess it wasn’t knitted too tight to begin
So we gon fight til we win or we gon fight til the end