Portrait Of New America

This one going out to all the Dick Cheneys, dictators, hick traitors And all the Mitches and Abbotts promoting dictator tactics Southern fascists tripping like Castro Fucking you Texas assholes and Astros with Dallas tassels Your hands roped behind your back, think you're calling that shit a hogtie The only hogs I've been eyeing denying Black lives for long time And time is a fucking lion, and pride is a virtue I am the future, dying to hurt you, let you die in the dirt, you I am the perch, I am the bird-view, I am eyeing the purview I'm finding something around here stinks, I'm thinking I am the perfume The pioneer of privateering, tearing up at the thought And here I thought you motherfuckers were the type to get bought Buy you a drink and bend your ear and bring a tear to your eye The fear we wrought in motherfuckers ought to be taught with a tie In a lecture hall, I picture all these students slouched in their seats As fascist cowboys and their Proud Boys figure out what they teach As boomer cowards spin their cobwebs everywhere that they reach And they cover up your fucking mouth while shouting Freedom of Speech Read it and weep, or don't read or utter a peep As I butter up your fucking buns and have some fun with the beat Beat, Beat Beat, be from Company B With the Pistol Grip Pump bumping in the front of the Jeep Bitch Please, with a capital B, capital I, capital G, rap it will be And it's wrapped into my fabric like my backwards ball cap And the palm of my hand slapping on my sack and my D I need a motherfucking Amber Alert Because I just lost my fucking mind and I'm mishandling her In the same Johnny Depp mishandled Amber Heard And the savage tactics of amateurs managed to track every fragment or camera turn I'm turning a new leaf, the old bridges that been burned I'm returning in one piece I determined the old me ain't built to withstand time So I'm filtering out bullshit and spilling out damn rhymes That's the portrait of new America A dash of torture, extortion, but don't embarrass us That's the portrait of new America Fortunate few inherit the fortunes of jewels and carats Rebel Rouser, I wet your trousers and blouses I bet the house and put thousands of dollars down against you doubters Did I mention how I've been benched and how I'm ascending now This pen has got a penchant for vengeance and I'm repenting now Oh, Lord, can you please save me? More so, can you please pay me? Been awfully lean lately, these morsels I'm intaking are awful, these plates hate me A cross between Boston baked beans, offal, and grey gravy I'm off of the chains, rabies, I'm fighting and biting babies I'm rhyming viking with Vicodin, likened to Slim Shady I've been training, amassing this massive confidence Second calling of Hall & Nash, hauling ass across the continent So what you do to me, duder, that ain't been done? I can think of but maybe one, with a maid and an apron Never play with the paper, none of this shit on a paper trail I'm just pounding the pave for days and all night like I'm Dave Attell Pray tell, Hell's bells, I'm the bat in the fucking belfry I'm wracked with the black thoughts like I travelled to Illadelph Even after these bastards killing another defenseless Black man They moving the goalposts back, and we living with ghosts like Pac-Man As we herald a new day, of these terrible true perils in terrorist toupee All the Oompa Loompas in Group A Oops, the Oompa Loompa and all his putas went poof, yay Insurrection mention is somehow biased Yet somehow a riot that killed a cop is Repub-compliant? Bunch of liars crying about Brandon, Jews, and they back the blue While backed into a corner, like Zack would do with the facts to prove Another mention of de la Rocha He wrote the book about the vultures, I quote him over and over I grew up under his shadow, in brutal thunderous battle The Buddhist in me was soothed, but the Judas in me was rattled To my core, and the poor adore, keep fiending for fucking more We've seen every scene before, with John Cena and Eva Longor And even when greed is absorbed so deeply, and we can deport these people this easily We report that we're feeding the poor? That's the portrait of new America Fortunate few inherit the fortunes of jewels and carats The one thing we got in common, the carrot they like to dangle And it hangs a little bit lower when those below it are Anglo