33 1/3
Mykel Hawk
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My raps igniting it’s frightening how kids are biting bars Recite my writing got these lame kids inviting scars Despite the light they’re trying to swipe from Mike it’s no cigar I be the type to strike like lightening ‘til they’re sighting stars I’m redefining my rhyming and find new ways to switch my style up Combining the timing assigning syllables that pile up Acquired cognition got higher vision focus wider No superstition, magician, religion either, like spiders Weave a web of sticky fibers, they tricky liars and do it all for the subscribers Cause monetizing these clips seem the new get rich scheme And flooding the bit streams with hit memes We on the world wide web, interconnected Consuming technology quicker than they can invent it Blended augmented realities to make your brain trip Intended to send it degrees awake within the matrix In an effort to escape it, it appears we all wrestle I’m in a vessel of light in a daily fight with the devil Shit is stressful when they’re taking every nickel and dime I close my eyes and take a trip back to a simpler time Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player Blow the dust off, cough I’m taking off like a rocket To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet A kid who had an obsession with momma’s record collection I’m looking over each cover before I make a selection Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third We in the age of making facts out of internet rumors Assume we know everything cause we got pocket computers Information extracted with a light finger tap If we find someone attractive, we just swipe right on an app In fact, they hacked in our minds so our anxiety spikes With a fraction of time not checking up on our likes Fear of missing out, fear of missing the damn trends Position for clout by counting Instagram friends Spoon fed dopamine through a screen before teens Now we’re junkies and addicts yeah, we’re all hooked on machines We’re fiends official, strung out on media Getting greedier, expecting everything be immediate Seems they thought with the world connected we’d embrace all our neighbors Not sure the world expected resurrected racist behaviors But it’s not that humanity somehow slipped and reverted People always been like this it’s just now we can observe it But before any problem in the world can be fixed First you got to admit that the problem exists So, I got hope for the kids and generations in line But I wish I could take ‘em all back to a simpler time Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player Blow the dust off, cough I’m taking off like a rocket To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet A kid who had an obsession with momma’s record collection I’m looking over each cover before I make a selection Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third How long they been warning of global warming that we gotta fix But we believe in science based upon our politics We’re a people separated by invisible borders Controlled by twenty-six letters arranged in various order We got a scary disorder that values money and diamonds So we spend all our time and energy trying to find it Too blinded to see until the grim reaper knocks That we traded our true wealth for paper and rocks We’re slaves to the clock, can’t stop and caught in perpetual Tick and the tock forgot that time itself is conceptual But to thicken the plot yo, it don’t even exist It’s only seven o’clock if we agree that it is Look what we’re feeding the kids and the insult their intelligence After twelve years of schooling accruing little that’s relevant No surprise they’re developing these attention disorders When the next active shooter could be out there walking their corridors Politicians say foreigners are the terrorists to blame Then how come every mass shooter got an American name Just know you’re only controlled long as there’s fear in your minds Until they’re gone come to mines it lives in simpler times Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player Blow the dust off, cough I’m taking off like a rocket To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet A kid who had an obsession with momma’s record collection I’m looking over each cover before I make a selection Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third
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Written by: Michael Collins
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