Mental Slavery

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Mental Slavery (Lyrics)

* Chorus *

Look at what you made of me

Brothers in penitentiaries

Sisters Lost they self esteem

Goddamn mental slavery

1st you break their spirits

Then you take their minds

Knowledge they won’t go near it

Then you take your time

Mental Slavery (What the fuck is that)

Mental Slavery (I never heard of that shit)

Mental Slavery (Oh you think you better than me)

Mental Slavery (But can you kick my ass)

* The Last Emcee’s Verse *

I’m peaceful but that don’t mean you get to walk on my people

I got a black belt and a black gun

You know damn well that I won’t run

I ain’t the hardest here

But this ain’t a movie my heart is here

And you ain’t moving these artists here

We warn the people like Paul Revere
Fuck ya fear!

* Ram3’s Verse *

We stayed slaves, they tied the chains, up to my brain – I ain’t even know it/

I write these verses, trying to reverse this, I don’t rehearse rebellion – I show it/

Cuz I’m a black man, on a blacklist/

I wear a black flag, with a black fist/

I know history, so I’m an activist – I’m a Peace Poet – not a pacifist/

I fight for mine – against the system – against the odds – on a land mine/

Hand to hand with one hand tied/

I fight for peace, a contradiction; a schitzophrenic type mind condition/

But my condition has been conditioned/

We lose the meaning of a crucifixion, when non-believers rock True Religion/

Cuz we about that money, right?/

Rich on Friday broke on Monday, right?/

Can’t walk out the house looking bummy, right?/

Used to hang from trees, get sold on the block/

Now we smoke trees that we sell on the block/

That sounds a bit funny, right?/

Well, why the slaves these days don’t know?/

Cuz they the product not the prototype

* Chorus *

Look at what you made of me

Brothers in penitentiaries

Sisters Lost they self esteem

Goddamn mental slavery

1st you break their spirits

Then you take their minds

Knowledge they won’t go near it

Then you take your time

Mental Slavery (What the fuck is that)

Mental Slavery (I never heard of that shit)

Mental Slavery (Oh you think you better than me)

Mental Slavery (But can you kick my ass)

* A-B-E’s Verse * (8)

Go to school get a job

With your college degree

Get married get a house

raise a family

Pay your mortgage and

your taxes annually

Give a fuck bout war

Foreign policies

Slaverys about complacency

But there’s no naivety in

A-B-E

I’m coming after everybody

No detaining me

Mr. Break The Rules

Mister Blasphemy

My revolution is to believe in you

Not an institute

Or a thing or a two

Validating you prepared

For a job by school

No to slang or to bang

With a gang, confused?

9 to 5 or getting live to crime

Socially devised, But it

Ain’t your purpose divine

Fuck the routine to

Try to stack that green

We just learned new ways

To hang off trees

* Frankie 4’s Verse *

The brain child of Rothschild and Rockefeller

the stockpiles of dead babies screaming acapella

over hot piles of lava, a brother hits another

choppers undercover dropping death at high propeller..

Marty Sheen staring at the ceiling, feeling sinning

Before Charlie winning, heart of darkness spilling

oligarchs and drilling, Halliburton illin’

I be thinking S’NOT WHATS UP?

Make a killin’ off a killin’, like WHAT THE FUCK?

Over $39 billion, like WHAT THE FUCK?

But they can’t see me, with they MTVs

Cuz the FCCs got an STD

when these MP3s give a fuck for free

1 in 8 marines— got PTSD

you stressing’ me bout who the best emcee

Nobody on TVs saving me

turn off that modern day slavery

* Chorus *

* Despierto’s Verse *

I don’t drop bars- I crush them, I don’t rock crowds- I hush them

So they can hear me fucking, the system that got ‘em plugged in…

The matrix is a racist- I could never be complacent!

My entire generation’s facing mass incarceration

And the hell we should be raising is a raisin in the sun,

Dried up— I ain’t complaining I’ll be raining til we done,

Fist up— to raise a movement I’m a raise it like a son,

Get up—teach em to fight for human rights and what they love,

I been from Palestine to Africa and back into the fray

I’m a Witness Against Torture, I ain’t never going away

If you wanna see your freedom – then Close Down Guantanamo Bay

I don’t want your thanks for dodging tanks, I wanna see your rage

I’m anti racist feminist, a rapper for the menaces

I rap to make ya reminisce, Welcome back to Genesis,

First you hear our lyrics, then your hear our rhymes

No one can take your spirit

No one can take your mind

End This Slavery.