[Chorus]You know what it is, make a motherfucking fistPump that shit, raise your middle finger to the governmentLift a pointer for your sisters and your brothersIf you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & RhythmYou know what it is, make a motherfucking fistPump that shit, raise your middle finger to the governmentLift a pointer for your sisters and your brothersIf you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm[Verse 1: Plot Device]Move it, life is a path, choose itBetter off broke than rich, confused, and stupid(Clueless) I ain’t talking to you, unless that shoe fitsShit grab ‘em, go and rock your new kicksI’m dreaming of a meaning, all I’m seeing is demonsDeceiving me to believe in greenish things with no reasonAnd what I’m thinking is treasonAnd what I’m drinking is seasoned with salt of divinitiesFuck that industryAnd sneaky senators like Clay Davis, shitGet them hands out my pockets, I’mma break ‘em quickEyeing a piece, ready to make my pickIt seems the game is rigged, them stakes is high, so am II feel it's needed just to cope with the timesEveryone walking blind, no one opens their eyesA future looking bleak, all hope is disguisedBut I focus my mind, I play my rhythm[Verse 2: KS Joel]See I was raised in a system that creates divisionSeparates its victims based on class, race, and religionAims to condition the masses to fear and hate what’s differentAnd distract you from the few actually making a killingState minions spilling innocent blood in the streetsFlood the prisons with the underprivileged citizens just to feed businessI’m sick of the viciousness, the greed, the hateThe dismissive apathy that keeps it in placeAnd venomous be the screens, violence in the newsGot you questioning if we’ve yet to finally loseAll evidence of the dream, try to find it in the boozeOr the ten minutes in between each time you hit the snoozePledge allegiance to the flag of the land of the freeHome of the brave, and if you’re lucky you’ll grow up to be a slave to the bankTrading your days for paper to pay for a place to lay during breaks in the laborAiming for greater ranks saying ThanksTo hard work and neglect for my healthThey started far above the bottom, still embezzling wealthClimbing the ladder like descending through the levels of hellPraising god while shaking hands with the devil himselfCome on[Chorus]You know what it is, make a motherfucking fistPump that shit, raise your middle finger to the governmentLift a pointer for your sisters and your brothersIf you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm[Verse 3: Bon Mot]In the streets screaming things that would have probably got me sent homeBack when I would sloppily squabble with Stockholm SyndromeYour god's a model, the dollar doesn't exist, thoughI don't think they'll get it without bottles through their windowsMerlot replaced with premium, creates the perfect eveningOr at least the scene that the media will stream"Another drug filled lunatic, goofy on hallucinogens"Confusing schools, you choose to swim"On the scene, moving in"Lucid, he's clueless the future's losing himBut I'll keep swooping in, to try to prove some usefulnessTo all employers done toiling with their shoeless kinCould lose the whip, could lose the rimsCould use some sin, could do a ripCould do with ten, ass could bruise a dickLaugh would cool a mint, could do with bending rules a bitAnd rule through spending loot from kidsFascist actions trap the massesThree big B’s: Banks, Brother, Business, fees, taxesTime spent listening to liars going batshitAll three tryna act like they ain't tryna have itI expect attacks if we don't inspect their tacticsRespect every last kid fighting for the grass ifThey spend their time relaxing, skipping class and passingYou'll be losing hope they won't be voting for the last men"Things will never change" is what we wallow and they bask inThings won't change until the day we fucking snapRevolutions start with small victoriesIf you don't kill the fucking president it ain't history"Where's Bon Mot?" It’s no mysteryI'mma start the kind of riots end with y’all missing me[Chorus]You know what it is, make a motherfucking fistPump that shit, raise your middle finger to the governmentLift a pointer for your sisters and your brothersIf you’re fucking with Peace, Love, & Rhythm[Outro Sample]Just too bad I don't have a cause, I have a lot of enthusiasmOh well, that's the way it goes
