Bara Blaque - Counter Establishment lyrics

The Lords blessings left him lyrically inclined You peeping inside a masters mind a defiant Vicious victim to a system corrupted inflicted With a virus colour blinded non-bias tyrant Since whispers of saints slithering sinning in Silence to be honest venom inside menacingly Smiling k**ed off all the feelings nothing Left inside him this is God bombing on Sodom I ain't playing if we ain't playing for keeps You playing possum you displaying traits A player only sees in these b**hes. Your pops Should've named you blossom or Cheyenne Or Emma what son I tried fam but I can't So f** em I tried listen youngns fronting Like they've forgotten I'm not one to be f**ed with Yo viva la siempre Bara Got a Temper Remember And F your establishment if your decided agenda Is to divide yours by race gender religion and science You fighting dying to widen your horizon confused divided Surviving the times and trying to find what life is Behind your eyes it looking like you quite stressed Can't find the words to describe this feeling of dread inside ya You ain't worried you worried for them you a survivor Its adapt or die kids outsider using rap as an outlet we outchea Can't swallow my pride to hard to digest feel like success at the tip And my failure at my neck this is the counter establishment Counting down to doomsday wondering where standards went This game ain't nothing but a bucket of wings to a starving African I bury your champions who wanna challenge us the Koup Gods If you are kings tampering with my talisman as i'm being pampered in My pantheon top chef cooking up the ambience i'm a wolf on all beats Snatching and grabbing cattle in my camp fire All dark skinned no fair fighters nuts hanging low due to gravity They're gargantuan moving like a tarantula Laughing at all you amateurs people the Koup the catalyst for greatness You f**ers can't muster up the stamina so sit the f** down After we drop like half the world got to be mad at us don't give a f** It's the koup here happy koup year Bara the barbarian marching into your area To Counter your establishments cause I don't understand where the f** these Standards went I ain't rapping muthaf**a just let me vent Im f**ing tired If it ain't a rise in these prices it's a crisis with isis To frightened to close your eyelids eyes widened Vision nightmarish distracted its quite scary any Second you might perish distracted by buying designers And finding the perfect diet what am I hearing Its quite apparent you would be a better parent You blinded by your survival your selfishness so transparent Your reflection your greatest rival you only lose if your careless Read your body language so clearly your mind got air in it Your soul is silent inner child is acting childish Still afraid of monsters when theirs no cover we all suffer And none of us are smiling heard the government conspiring Young fela still hustling and grinding bumping shuffering and smiling What the f** is going on man? Man im quite stressed i'm losing my head this counter establishment Im the nicest that's till i'm dead i'm hear to counter establishments And if you don't feel me then get off of my dick my spec is high spec Life is my chick the world my side b**h and im nice Ill eat your favourite rapper and have his b**h as a side dish Im the nicest somewhere between Christ and Osiris Golden mean between darkness and enlightenment