Greenhouse - Microwave America lyrics

[ILLOGIC] Conjure the conscious to contribute to our children's development We live lost for the hell of it and burn bridges for the smell of it Microwave America Weapons of ma** media in God We Trust As long as fear and lust can be our mascots Reward the haves and punish the have nots Place princes and princesses on pedestals Harvest silver spoons as cash crops The rich get richer while the poor serves dinner Cla**ism is the new racism, the help still enters the back door Its morbid, instead of pumping our breaks we floor it Because we think we'll miss what society insists is soaring When most are fly as icarus, wax wings and all, I'm sick of this Kids choosing the same path expecting different results Now the quicksand is getting deeper, the mountain's a little steeper Plus you're weighed down by the sound of that pounds your speakers Is it life or is it d**h? A helping hand or bruising fist? Is it right or is it left? A melted candle with the useless wick? The thunder rumbles the path taken An undertow a fascist innuendo frames propaganda sacred They wrap convenient blasphemy in rhapsody It's fascinating how they cloak democracy eradicating heritage If one record spin's a revolution Then I'll spin records till restitution is embedded in our evolution In this land of the thief and home of the slave I have yet to see a land where we're free and our leaders are brave Instead we look to land a Jesus piece and an early grave But I won't have Jesus peace until the world is changed Its all the same Covert actions with overt consequences Genocide works the fastest when compa**ion lacks incentive We're the ones to blame, wearing our shame as a badge for our peers It's a fact these rap cats set Blacks back about 50 Years See they praise the court jester, in Microwave America While the Kings are turned vagabonds searching for better weather [BLUEPRINT] I got a call from my homie Zero, told me on the d-low "Print I heard they got shanks and really wanna see you I ain't gotta say names, they cool with your people They think you got too much fame and wanna make it physical." I said, "good looking out. I'll be looking out" Before they make a move they better take a look around For seven or eight years straight I been putting it down This ain't no overnight thing man, it took a while Lucky told me, "Be cool, don't sweat it Cause when you making moves hatin' is to be expected They hate to see you shine, getting money, selling records And travel all around to cities that they've never been in" I said, "I feel that, but in the interim I gotta be prepared if I ever gotta deal with 'em" Remember that burner you got a couple days ago? I want one of those but with a laser scope And a baby 380, and a little calf-holster Security know me, so I do what I wanna So now when cats ask me "Print, what you do today? Make a song?" Nah dog, I was at the shooting range Cause I believe in preparation instead of waiting And more than that I believe in self-preservation But I got some reservations Cause I love my freedom more than I hate anybody that violate it I ain't a gangster, I'm a regular man When we came up, we would fight it out with our hands But it changed up, now they pull it out and they blast And a stranger could leave you dead right where you stand Don't get it twisted, beefing ain't what I'm about But my career could end if you ever see me lose a bout Now am I paranoid or realistic? Microwave America, the devil's in the kitchen