Beat by Kraftor

Lyrics:

I have a problem, I got so many issues
I mumble when I talk, sometimes I want to hit you
I don’t like talking; my social life is non existent
The only chit chat I do is with beat makers and my Missus
They pity me, so they feed me miserable scraps
Oh Mickey, give me a break, I’m kicking back
Kiss my ass as Im passing gas ,
it’s half solid, so you better hack n’ slash
Stop tossing my salad, uhh… ok a little bit more
is it weird that it feels good when you tickle my sores
I record this intercourse, of course, I ain’t no dummy
It will be a worth a fortune when my face is on monopoly money
With technology, I could do it in a jiffy
so the only thing stopping me is my modest ability
Photoshop my face, snap that filter, here we go
It’s that blackface app,so… can I say… no…I’m still a gringo
Bingo, I’m catching every tiger by toe,
just to wish them luck before they go

Don’tcha think it’s a laugh, it’s hysterical
We need a group called, “Black Lives Matter”, that’s terrible
We still need to reminded that we are all from one tribe
We follow the man, even though his story is a lie
But it only takes a second to accept an operating system
but we let the pigment skin create this division
It’s time to pixelate the human race, digitize our souls
Reduce us to some zeroes and ones in binary code
That’s virtual serendipity; a perpetual nerd haven
We don’t deserve dignity, until we learn to turn the pages
But we burn the paper after we read the passage
It’s bad behavior, it’s so problematic.
Gives us a false flag, watch how quick we forget
What do you remember on November the 11th?