Feces

[Produced by Cxdy]

[Verse 1: TZB]
Since the main goal's to enslave us
The military's assimilating 'cause we know they bringing
The fornication with the defecation, Sodom and Gomorrah
Living in a butt-fucked nation
Shit looks sick 'cause it's doctored, ain't it?
Call it malpractice, man, I got no patience (patients)
Vital information, they got us complacent
Buying shit with debt dollars, man, fuck corporations
Politicians aren't powerful, they all for entertainment
Puppets on the TV playing like they debating
Yeah, it's all orchestrated
We got no say in the affairs of the world 'cause it's ran by racists
And now they talk about overpopulation
So they building more prisons to incarcerate ya
If a nigga get hot from this information
Big Pharma got chill pills for those percolating

[Interlude: Michael Jackson]
Then one time, I asked to use the restroom. And they said, “Sure, it’s right around the corner there.” Once I went in the restroom, they locked me in there for like 45 minutes. There was doo doo, feces thrown all over the walls, the floor, the ceiling. And it stunk so bad

[Verse 2: TZB]
It's Revelation of the Method, they wanted you to spot it
Yeah, it's easy to accept what you already know about
But we still so blind, confidence declined
They commit genocide, and back it up with the science
Neil DeGrase Tyson, that's the black Einstein
They wanna jump in a wormhole to bend time
Niggas think I'm babbling like I'm Nimrod
'Til this bitch jump off like we in the Twin Towers
They provide psychedelics, so the people calm down
And try to tell niggas bath salts came from China
Read between the lines, white on the streets
The real Rick Ross never rapped on a beat
The CIA spread Aids, I see
Before 21 they was bettin' on me
All you black cops tryna find loyalty
But the truth is, they still got you niggers on a leash
Hungry in the belly of the beast
Crabs in a barrel, all these butter boys greased
Don't blame summer heat for dead bodies in the street
It's our insecurities that cause our defeat, uh
I tried to holler, y'all ain't listen to me
It's on the dollar, government produce war and peace
Order out of chaos, slay then save 'em
Similar to what they did on Thanksgiving, see?

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
Then one of the policemen came by the window. And he made a sarcastic remark. He said, “Smell — does it smell good enough for you in there? How do you like the smell? Is it good?” And I just simply said, “It’s alright. It’s okay.”