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letra de fear mongering - ill conscious & marshtini

[verse 1: ill conscious]
yo, rise and grind to the
9-to-5ers. bill-collectors turn up just to compromise us
i’ve been defiant as problems forced into monetizing
i’m wondering, “why not go prior to spotify?” and then
take it back to the choir when we would be harmonizing, and those
were the days we were displayed as a problem child. i’m just
innocent to the plague of the ways of a colonizer
becoming modernized are the pickers of cotton fibers
our credit scores decline, and wе’ll never be qualifiеd. this trap
permanently close, so they’re packing it up eventually
ain’t no eating well when rap money is supplementary
an introvert, if i don’t communicate, it’s unintentionally
in the land of equality, we accustomed to symmetry
my circle getting tighter, n-ggas is fraudulent. we’re saying
the same thing but speaking two different meanings like they’re h0m-nyms
sometimes, i wanna take it back when i was lost again
mortal kombat action figures clashing with my army men

[hook: ill conscious] (x2)
my queen roll up, packing the og in the swisher sweet
a thousand emails, now it’s harder to pick a beat
needed release from the weep of the tear wandering
while the global media steadily fear-mongering

[verse 2: ill conscious]
i do it for my
babies of this world where they overly s-xualize ‘em for their demise
for their privates, they openly fetishizing
objective to get a flow ‘til the poetry mesmerizing
they can make you toke ‘cause the system broke, yet we mechanizing
dangerous in the mind, but the rhyming is death-defying
‘til hollows collide with my noggin out of the metal lining
with special timing for you to vote ‘cause they televise it
it’s all a joke. we’re the strange fruit in the pressurizer
they’re introducing the clues of the new normalcy
so do accordingly. they get falser than moving forcibly
they deal with this mournfully, been k!lling us—see the enormity
sh-t, it been embedded, this post-traumatic historically
i never front like i’m rich, still living affordably
‘cause of respect, got foreign ambassadors addressing me formally
sometimes, i wanna take it back when i was lost again
but moral responsibilities fully cognizant
[hook: ill conscious] (x2)
my queen roll up, packing the og in the swisher sweet
a thousand emails, now it’s harder to pick a beat
needed release from the weep of the tear wandering
while the global media steadily fear-mongering

- ill conscious marshtini

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