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I have to call a business manager
- did the corporations send the check yet?
What's my public rating right now? Are
People liking me again? Enough
To get money from
The corporations - is it OK now?

Hold on
I gotta call the business manager
Did the corporations send the check?
What is my public rating? Are
People liking me again?
Enough to get some money
From the corporations?

This instrument can teach
it can illuminate, yes and even it can inspire
But it can do so only to the extent 
that humans are determined to use it to those ends
Otherwise, it's nothing but wires and lights in a box

Running, rushing, blood spilling
Tears are pouring, it seems the well is never filled
Mentally exhausted, overworking, take another pill
Or to keep the owner of the corporations stacking billions

These corporations manipulating our daily lives
Got us exasperated working through all of our days and nights
Sacrifices your leisure time to end up at a 9 to 5
And work you 'til you are deceased 
without a single moment for peace

Never still, it just keeps rolling down the hill
nobody tries to stop it
They'll get a cop to get you killed
you'll be a trending topic
A cog up in the wheel
A sacrifice to the cult of death being built

Caught up in the matrix, virtual digital minds
We don't memorize phone numbers 
or directions when we drive
We don't even have to go shopping 
to get our food and buy things
We only push a button, we don't even have to try

Can't even lift an eye up away from my phone
Talking to Instagram live 
just so I don't feel alone
Flooding my Twitter feed with my deepest feelings and thoughts
My page is public but my sense of conversation is blocked
I validate myself through followers just to feel important
Instead of living in the moment, I much rather record it
Nobody knows my first name but know my Snapchat handle
I'm just a millennial trapped in social media standards

C-O-N-F-O-R-M
I see oppression within an effort
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
To own the rights of my expression
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
I see expression, influence, the feeling
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
To wipe our opinions
we are the meaning of conforming

Shelling out melodies and feverish frequencies
From them boardroom salaries they pay me in exposure
No penalties when they're late paying me
No benefits seen, just means it lead to home foreclosure
Advertise that revenue, everything that you consume
All for them, less for you, they do all the sorting
Try to figure out ways to make you feel important
While they keep robbing you blind, hold extortion

In some sense that's the power of the Internet
On the other hand, that's a perfect formula for the dark side
This is our generation's form of nuclear power
How we deal with this 
will be the stuff in history

C-O-N-F-O-R-M
I see oppression within an effort
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
To own the rights of my expression
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
I see expression, influence, the feeling
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
To wipe our opinions
we are the meaning of conformity

SOWEIJA
(testo e musica di Giovanni Ferrario


sell your little things for an honest price
Itu0027s a trivial matter that could bring some help
to live by the sea without asking for more
from that group of fools thirsty for stupidities
not without pride now you can stay
alone but free of doubts of many kind
It's the end of the chapter ‘humanityu0027
sunk along with ‘ideologyu0027
don't forget the last time
donu0027t forget the last time
the light too strong had made you blind
noise terrified you and then the fall
relax while trashing an entire decade
sit down in search of a memory
shoot yourself in the past century
when you thought things were not going so well
you can see for yourself with great clarity
how memory does the most nasty of tricks
having no faith in your ability
Itu0027s like throwing your life
in the mouth of corporations
donu0027t forget the last time
donu0027t forget the last time
the light too strong had meade you blind
noise terrified you and then the fall
youu0027re done with the factory
they dare not looking in your eyes
letu0027s talk about it anyway
they benefit for everything
youu0027re done with the factory
they dare not looking in your eyes

I done blew a lot of money, got it back
Full of hate 'cause they not on track
My niggas
Scraping them polish, chasing them dollars
We all live for today, but think of tomorrow
If that weed rolled up, I think she gon' holler
So much money stacked up, we ain't thinking of violence
Before the plane take off, my seats are reclining
Asked how to be a boss, the secret is timing
Ain't a boss if your reefer is quite
Your cheese declining
You niggas ain't loyal, I rep Taylor-Gang to the soil
And for Jetlife you'll be a memorial
You wanna learn how, here's the tutorial
2009 nigga if this new shit is boring
Me and Spitta got a key, we been recording
Remember when we couldn't afford it
Now it's private when we boarding it

Benz on Grovers
Crawling past armor
Night crawlers on the corners, shooters what they call 'em
I was watching Shottas at the Lost, 5 in the morning
Shots rang like an alarm, the target got hit in the forearm
Duck behind the car, switch hands, reloaded the cannon
And came back blasting that bitch like O-Dog
Wild gun firing
All the niggas clapping at the dawg but he survived it
Except an innocent man standing at the bus stop
Trying to get to work early and avoid rush hour
Yesterday he put the Chevrolet in the paint shop
It gotta be passed down
And his son gunned down and forgot about
Stuntin' for the ones who never made it out
Stuntin' for the youngin' still in the struggle
Coming up with ways to making out
It's Eastside, Andretti reporting live
Stand behind the yellow tape, cover your kid's eyes

Twice upon a time
Chain cold, look like Vegas lights the way it shine
Changed the game
'Bout to do it twice because we grind
You niggas ain't tough, you're more like mice compared to mine
3 McQueen shots taste like lightning every time
If her top good than I might be in to flyin'
Nigga run up on me, won't be lucky if he trying
You ain't a big dog, you just a puppy in the mind
I'm like Puffy in his prime
Comfortable with mine
You ain't a GOAT bro, you just a buster with some rhymes
The gas that I smoke, like an onion, have you crying
It's gang Jetlife, we ain't much to win a dime
My Benz new, old school custom when I'm riding
Forget about the nigga who be cuffing when she sliding
The weed good, sex good, 'bout the way we vibin'
Gotta have a million dollars, plus you wanna chime in
Benz pulling up with a couple trucks behind it
That paper works us, look it up before you sign it
Dickies suit on while I'm puffing on the chronic
Jumped up in the game, I ain't rush to go to college
I was 21 when I touched a million dollars
Circle small, I can only trust you if you solid
Ain't have no connection, so it must have been the talent
Rules to the game, made no hustle without balance
Always getting paid, stack it up and make a mountain

Me and my nigga from Pittsburgh
Started from the bottom
Nothing but critics nit picking a sucker's dollar
But we had a support system that was louder
Gang-lifers, Taylor-jets, who was high as mountains
Revolutionizing, while fools got high
Redefining what was fly
Showed you how to become a millionaire online
And prove to the streets it wasn't a lie
2009, him and I

Close the Maybach curtains, I'm in here working
My instrument is the pen, surgery begins
Air Max Nike, wind suit, powder blue, deuce
Sweatpants rolled up a little bit
20 grand in each sock
Portfolio full of stocks
I'ma buy back the block
Invest in corporations
Paper into mom and pop's shop
Putting our folks on top
What you know 'bout
Really putting them on, looking out
We did them, holding the world clubs, nigga this shit here must stop
It's state of the art venues, now we sell out
Revolutionized, boosted the industry of pot
Even if they do not wanna admit
Really I don't give a shit
I'm G'd the fuck up and I'm hella rich, look it up
Super tough, moving up in the world like elevators
Me and you like Roc-A-Fella Records in 2002
5 pounds of OG, a half p of Gorilla Glue
Writing a movie on the balcony, this could take a few
On the balcony where I take your boo
Back shots and a facial
Oh, how she disgrace you
Look at who you put your faith into
Funny thing about trust, everybody up to something
Lesser of two evils, you're gonna have to pick one
They bust Desert Eagles over funds like it's fun
All full of drugs but running low on love
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Dont give a shit
Bout bastard cops
For all I care
They can rot
When cops drop dead
I dont cry
All ill say
Is die pig die

Stand me up
Against a wall
Id much rather
Shoot them all
Tools of slumlords
And corporations
End this fucking
Subjugation

Dont give a shit
Bout bastard cops
For all I care
They can rot
When cops drop dead
I dont cry
All ill say
Is die pig die

They beat us
Starve us
Let us die
Red coated instruments
Of genocide
Don't want to see them
Anymore
Todays the day
What we even the score

Die pig die
Die pig die
Die pig die
Die pig die

You're goddamn right
I've bet on stacked odds since the day I was born
So tonight I'll bring a violin to a gun fight

Being a punk is tough these days
With countless corporations built to capitalize
The last thing that anyone needs around here
Is another sorry sucker to criticize

So here's to all the haters, Yeah
And here's to all the snobs, Fuck off
It's a pleasure to be the thorn in your foot
That you're constantly stepping on

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had
Yeah but who's that guy with the fiddle in the band

You can call it whatever the hell you'd like
That's a sacrifice I'll make for success
I've got loves, gripes, and my instrument
I've seen more done with less

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had
Yeah but who's that guy with the fiddle, Woah

Wake up, kick ass, hit the road
That's the kind of life we lead
It was the best night that I'd ever had

You say come and take them, its such an empty threat 
It's your fear that drives  you to irrational connection with instruments of devastation
You say it's freedom, creating a nationwide police state
Afraid of unlikely outcomes that you only perpetuate
Based on racial segregation and the greed of corporations
Violence is the only solution, we don't need a resolution

Bullets in their heads, lungs filled with lead
My god given freedom to end your life
Killing classmates and murdering wives
No one will ever take away my second amendment rights
Stand your ground

Empty your clips and fill up the caskets
Storm the capital while wearing masks
Don't tread on me
A good guy with a gun stops a bad guy with a gun
But if you're the killer, what have you really won?

Dispossess abundance
Attaint mightiness
No longer funding the structure
Which leads to the abyss
Trickledown Economics:
Ask nothing of the wealthy or their corporations, and they will eventually create a society in which all prosper
Piñata Economics:
Instead of fruitlessly waiting for wealth to trickle down, beat the rich with blunt instruments until the gold flows
Jurisdiction is our addiction
Frictionless should be your Zen of living
Which won't proceed if we receive You
-shall just believe
Leave youre gods
We are now to worship
Cameras make omniscent
Heresy will not be worth it
Confess your sins in the churches of commercialism
We won't wait to judge till heaven
Feeding our curses now
Vicious circular system
Reinforces itself
For outbreakes no permission
Undispudet impossible to be a part and don't resist
Good thing they still think it is a fair democracy
Lobbyists
Selfish pricks
Leading money to the rich
Being asked who should profit
Fend yourself!

The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Alright let's get intimate 
I'm just tongue kissing instruments 
Where I'm from it's lead this 
Lead that 
We fluently speaking Flint Michigan 
Femi 
You right 
Flow Fendi 
I can smoke 
Like 11 European chimneys 
Fuck it
Golden 
South Africa 
Massacre 
On Valentine's day 
I'll be 50 still dropping 50 
Oh Killa Queens 
You ain't just see how I classic ya
Wish you new nikkas had half this heart 
I'm trying pull up in some drastic shit 
Front of it 
Sounds like Jurassic Park 
Treat my goals 
Like gang beef in Compton nikkka
Maffacca I won't miss half you marks 
I'm getting top 
While reaching the top 
And I'm not even peaking 
At the peak of my top 
Hoes see me they stop 
Believe me I'm hot 
Real Nikka listen for every fuking word 
Yet they never take it eaz when I drop  
What's popping 
I'm popping 
With cameras watching 
Johnnie Cochran
Big head shit from Flush
You can't flush 
Life's a gamble 
I'm happy with the hand I was dealt nikkka
Bitch it's always been a royal flush 

The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 

Ay bro ay bro 
Ay ay
You got to peep this shit
You got to 
You won't believe what I was told nikkka
You wanna know what I was told nikkka
Hahaha

I was told by a elevated soul 
That they feel in their soul 
That somebody can humble my pen 
That's like tap dancing on a thousand pins 
Pulling the pin on a grenade 
While drinking a Covid 19 patient phlegm
I am him 
Gemini twin 
Don't watch me 
Watch tv 
Bitch I am something to binge 
Kill who 
I'm the American Black man revenge 
And then some 
Type to plant a Zimmerman in the ground 
To see where it stems from
Watch me succeed here 
Weirdo 
Dread lockah
Just like my hair 
Everything you hear 
lock up 
Who's realer 
Iller 
Dear Black people
Make your worth gold 
That's how you become 
A copper killer 
These politics acting paraplegic 
Dear Blacks
Stop putting in big corporations 
Big corporations will stop putting in politics 
Now these maffaccas can feel it 
Yeah
They want me quiet 
I just sip on my giny gin gin 
Big bearded Nikkka
Yet 
You can't harm a hair on my chiny chin chin 

The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The culture shitted me out 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah 
The game told me it had doubts 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm feelin' like I'm Tom Thibodeau
Create the culture, they just dribble more
They hate the vultures 'til
They is one though
They givin' flowers, those different roses
Put the pain in the pot, let it stir
Let it brew let 'em eat
Let 'em take from the language of you
They don't care about a walk in
A pair of your shoes
All they want to despair
They don't care if it's true

I found a lifе all in the sentencеs
They drownin' lives all with the sentencing
I write mine down, recite with instruments
They strike guys down and
Make them instruments
Of corporations makin' dividends
I earn for Spotify through Distrokid
They all commodify through prisons, it's
Quite a difference just a sentence gives
What system is you in?

Writing is my passion
It's how I found my voice
Something to disrupt
Every single jarring noise
It was a form of therapy
I know that's a cliché
My words are what have made me
So be that as it may
Alone in the darkness
The phrases start to form
I scribble them on paper
So they weather through the storm
I put them to an instrument
And started to make songs
Still I don't suspect
That you would ever sing along
My diary is public
Any set of eyes can read
Or placed between their ears
In ways this makes me freed
In other ways I'm terrified
That people view my mind
But since I have them in the world
They're hard to redefine
My pain is on your speakers
I can't control who hears
Every single piece
Will stay with me through the years
The deepest or the bland
They're displayed with my name
Every single snapshot
I've signed the outer frame
I don't watch people listen
I go to the other room
I can't see reactions
As my garden rots and blooms
I need to set these demons free
But with it comes a price
I open up to all opinions
Some evil, some nice
What I'm most afraid of
Is the numbers they can reach
What if they're consumed by
Someone off me who could leech
"Hey we like your songs
We think they have a chance
We would like to help you
Now here is where we stand"
They want me bound to contracts
They want to own my words
Alluded that me signing
That my meanings would be blurred
I don't want to compromise
I don't want to change my message
I've seen too many others fade
It taught me many lessons
You sign away your speech and soul
Just to get a check
I don't want to be owned
And have a leash around my neck
I think about my idols
And the pain they got assigned
Too many things go wrong
When you sign the dotted line
My pain is not a profit
This is something that I fear
Every choice I make
Will stay with me through the years
When I'd make an album now
It won't just be my name
It's corporations feeding you
The content of my frame
Money isn't worth it
When behind the scenes is gloom
You won't see how I really feel
You'd have to just assume
New demons, no longer free
It was not worth the price
The darkness hidden legally
You only see the nice
I'm too afraid to sign the line
There'd be no turning back
I'd sell off all my poetry
And in return get stacks
The money isn't worth it
I need to have control
It can't be that hard
I have minimal goals
I'll do it on my own
It's the only choice I've got
I can't be censored down
I need to speak my thoughts
To most this may seem dumb
"You sign to get ahead"
"You'll do well on the charts"
"Your music would be spread"
I don't need to see the top
I don't need to be well known
I just want to make music
I don't need to have a throne
Isolation suits me
It's where I feel at home
I'm confident if I work hard
I'll make it on my own

Patriotism

Company Flow

Soundbombing, Vol. 2

1999

Means liberal wildlife burning, gasoline seized 
And an auto magnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees 
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of 
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat see 
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (Warning! Warning!)

My music slamming like a Suplex 

C notes coming in double like a duet 

Haters mad and stale cuz I’m too fresh

Cognac drinker I take brown to the head like a brunette 

Just so I can ease myself and relieve some tension 

Simply cuz life’s principles sometimes can have you suspended 

The objects is to get paid money not just get paid attention 

So brains to a corporation just mind your business 


Chorus 

I gotta handle my business 

I can’t be messing with bitches 

I can’t be stepping with fake niggas

I gotta run up some digits 

I gotta handle my business, 

I can’t be messing with bitches 

I can’t be stepping with fake niggas

I gotta run up some digits 

So every breath I make I know I gotta make a check

Every step I take I know I gotta make a check

As long as I’m breathing air I gotta be making checks 

I ain’t climbing stairs when I say I’m taking steps 


Outro 

*Motivational Talking*

In this area, you need to get your businesses right
You need several businesses, you know LLCs, Corporations and things
You need, you need, you need uh, you need to be part of the business class

They know the difference, wouldn't dare to speak it
Stationary from the temple of the nappy Jesus
Workin' on the 16 that could capture freedom
Meaning I'm raising seas to their absolute zenith
Bakin', baguettes, at the Bookoo Bread Company, head hunting
Tracing every crumb and trail by the thumb and nail
Numerous jerks clandestine activity rather the solid gumbo works

(Respect due)
(To the old school crew)
(To the new school crew)
(And the true school crew)
(Respect due)
(To the old school crew) that's the line of your age
(To the new school crew) that's the lineage
(And the true school crew)

You need that veil of anonymity
Where sales transcend hand to hand proximity
Revoke the old smoking crooner
Bar-b-que courtesy J.R.R.

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Crows are very invested in our own
Sense of superiority we do
Not hesitate to achieve
What we want when we want it
Crows enjoy the process of manipulation
And domination where every
Individual is used in a way that benefit's
Me completely corporatism is the
Right choice politically because
When it comes to capitalism and communism
Corporations may have a political
Agenda which is not necessarily in their own
Best interests corporations
Are theoretically no different than
Any other business
And they might have interests that won't
Always align with what their
Custom