Articulate Advocates - Walking Word Banks lyrics

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Articulate Advocates - Walking Word Banks lyrics

[Verse 1: Pill] Angry at the world, nah, it's just the people Frequently wearing down my temper very feeble Your votes are being wheedled, hopefully you'll see though Not all men are actually created equal Fact of the matter, your sh** is straight fecal Kick you while you're down, current position placed in fetal Guess who it is while you watching through the keyhole It makes us feel great so of course it is illegal It's unbelievable how they lie and say it's lethal I'm powered by the sour crystal powder on the diesel Bout to get medieval, cause a damn upheaval Digging for a piece of hay in a stack of needles I'm being summoned, to put a stop to all this rubbish These S.O.B. sob stories need punished Your side of the story, it will never be published Your career is going down the toilet, hope to god it flushes Bludgeoned bloody without budging on this frozen ground you being hunted You're done with, I'm the one they call the huntsman Stumbling until my tunnel-vision locks to somethin' Like the big bad wolf the way I'm huffin' and I'm puffin' I'm puzzled by these putzes, these dozens of dunces Nuggets in abundance, I'm abusing the substance An interesting brain, gears turn the other way And they grind from time to time when i hear what you have to say Hey, either you pause or you play Can't rewind this sh** though so don't make a single mistake Act fast now, your reputation is at stake I just hit the mute bu*ton for my ear drums' sake [Verse 2: Audacy] Shape-shifting lyrics encrypted with hidden messages Better learn how to read hieroglyphics or clues from Benjamin A mason free-speaking leads a revolutionary feat Minute men, a basic team defeated plead to spare their fleet Well they'll be gone in sixty seconds A father standing in awe while I'm whispering unlawful confessions We're stepping in directions without any map legends We're guessing that every uneven edge is to take breath in Well learn to count your f**ing syllables Our syllabus requires minimum goals that would make your life miserable In clinical conditions, we get picky with the finish Tearing up the paint and spreading on a layer of charisma in this Torture chamber of boredom and walking word banks They cash a check and now they're talking like they're in a gang Reppin' tour cities and all of that other dumb sh** Think you should be rapping like that if you didn't come from it? Someone's fought those battles for you already You're plagiarizing lifestyles and then taking the credit These spiels about Glocks creeping the block The clock's ticking but I have yet to witness a bomb drop The calm before the storm, it's ignored until the damage hits Sore contenders try fix broken-open companionships I'll pan this dusty room and glance around the broom closet Searching for something to sweep up pieces that another's dropping