Charlie Mac - Martyr On The Balcony lyrics

[Verse] I've undergone metamorphosis Ever since Morpheus gave me the red pill Popped it in my orifice like “Damn, I need some more of this” Pillaging these villages, eating up all of the porridges Flipping through Haraway as I'm rewriting my origin Dying for my philosophy, modern day Socrates No red octagons on the song, ain't no stopping me Jotting these comedies, though honestly this life's tragic The radio can't handle this rabies flow, it's mad sick Starring down upon my city, martyr on the balcony My chemistry is magic like alchemy, so stop doubting me Learned how to be great, by studying fate, you bunnies can wait I'm peeping my watch, I'm gonna be late, so Dummy don't take your time, otherwise time takes you I'm on take one, I don't do take twos I will not lose, from the soul in my chest, to the soul in my shoes I could write you a love song, I could play you the blues Smaug mouth when I spit, let the fire ensue I didn't come to be friendly, just here to do what I do And that's to tear down this whack city and make something new So you can either join up with me, or be on the news Can't hear your petty replies over the sound of my laughter ‘Cause now I'm plotting on the game like a chess grandmaster Rap pastor baptized in truth, do it live, f** a booth Who am I? Just a dude with a pa**ion to change the rules Fresh new kicks, ya' boys got his paper up Attire so fire, yo shout outs to the child laborer Coming and I ain't gon' stop 'til I'm running the game I wanna be big enough that Obama will complain about my fame See life is simply change, we're hypocrites by nature Funny how if humans k** us all it's still by nature Levitating my weight, until the day I meet my maker I slash hashtags and price tags You might squeal when I deflate ya', man Trying to debate but you can't ignore the rhythm ‘Cause your GMO flow shows you're a fake organism More than wisdom, I'm obtaining my goals by liberating my soul While other rappers sold their own and it shows For the credit card dividends, cash unlimited Meaningless signs of simulacrum that we're livin' in Collapse of the system seems oh so immanent We all know the truth but I'm the only one spittin' it [Outro] I ask myself what is this here called holy spirit? Maybe that's love? Maybe there ain't no sin, and there ain't no virtue. It's just what people does. Some things folks do is nice, and some ain't so nice. That's all any man's got a right to say