Dabrye - Encoded Flow lyrics

Yo, Kadence and Dabrye. Abolitionist Crew! Watchu wanna do? Catch me above the abyss, let's begin at zero I'm rather attracted to tracks, move to act like a black superhero Able, connected to the collectivist mind-streams, lines are cold, eyes and nose make elementary rhyme schemes from the chattel of slave owners Battle rap personas emerge to symbolic scourge of urban crack corners Through honest eyes, I commentize, commodified, who wants to rob us? Yo, these n***as' brains is fried Dissociated like Jekyll and Hide, and their lives are entertaining for the ethnic rewind World syndicated into consumer bulimic design, they only recognize the value of signs/Sweatshop, midriff top, seasonal fashion statements, baggy denim with the inside crotch that holds Glock (Catch a n***a, cop is hot (?), freedom of choice) Take a camera crew down to the ghetto and see 'em rejoice I'ma keep spittin' this sh** until people internalize it, it's all a matter of what you subjectively circumscribe Tinted vision through designer sungla**es you hide behind at night Signifier of the colonized mind sh**'s colder than dry ice in your science cla** Verbal temperature, shatter fake f**s like candy gla** Out of the play on words comes the archetype tricks To the weight of this truth-dropper leaves a spike on the Richter But, me? I'm just another rap cat, kickin' abstract flows encoded with mad facts for you to grasp at Not for those enclosed in a Halley Moore consciousness, soon to implode on a financial fast-track A verse with the thirst to devour the other, delight at the Sun against the smoke of the burning Earth At the doors of power, yo, don't hate the player, hate the game! Cuz he ain't greedy, he's just tryna do a service, all the same, that's why he changed the name Now it's ambitious to want riches, f** the third world, yo, we're V.I.P. with braindead b**hes Here's a lecture for your new semester: The Emcee, once a prophet, gradually reduced to the role of a court jester So, from the start to the finish, his wisdom slowly diminishes, in the eyes of the innocents, further will of the iron fist, tryna twist the image of the prophet to blemish it Restricting the innocents' freedom, disrupting their inner sense Breathe easy, y'all, it's all an*logical, peep it, or let your ignorance be an obstacle Can a rapper be socio-philosophical and still affect y'all? Is it possible?