Savan DePaul - Pisstopian Juke lyrics

{Verse 1: Benny Francis} They can smell the scent of blood in the air It’s been spilling in the streets It’s not the villains that we're killing Split each other down the seams Been divided by extremes Live and die by our beliefs While them vultures fly in circles Eyes for profit from the scene No prophets here, just politics Soapboxes and pig parlor tricks All flash and sleight of hand To prompt the viewer's guilt as part of this Or enduce a partisan reaction The headlines say who is to blame Subtract the views and leave the fractions Them readjust the tilt in frame The math isn't hard, the funding is fu*ked Funny; we're counting it quick, but the money’s in flux Shifting accounting to trusts From corporate coffers and classrooms To compounding their profits and pounding grassroots to dust {Verse 2: Savan DePaul} Maybe for a yuppie things are cool While the rest waddle with our tools And our leaders all take us for fools Currency means you can bend the rules Upon lucid rhymes I move to find the truth behind the dudes who lie Before they send their units by Gather all your loot and hide If the masses could be wary of the state’s abject crimes Distract the proletariat with made up headline Whilst their practices are there to snatch the cake from breadlines Subdue the insubordinate It’s ruthless in its performances The pieces in the box set are crumbled now Endless Escher/Bach steps we tumble down Referéndums, mob threats, and busting rounds And they’ll never rest till our destiny’s rubble-bound {Verse 3: Benny Francis} Where's our piece of the pie? Call it peace to imbibe On belief our achievements aren't just meager asides Meanwhile the elite have us beleagued on all sides Dangle treats so we can't see the sharpened teeth that they hide {Verse 4: Savan DePaul} Bend those bars around our people I'm bending these bars about our people About the plight of the h*mo sapiens At least the ones who struggle {Verse 5: Benny Francis} Corrupt in their ways They grew up in the shade While the sun bore down upon us an eruption of rays The rupture encased in voluptuous glaze So we fluster in clusterfu*k for crust in the maze {Verse 6: Savan DePaul} Unh, jerked between the razor phalluses of politics Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system This sh*t's pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in I Cro-Cop the diction, unh {Chorus: Savan DePaul & Benny Francis} Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence (Corrupt in their ways) Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system (They grew up in the shade) Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in (Corrupt in their ways) Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics (They grew up in the shade) Murder reached the gated palaces of opulence (Corrupt in their ways) Succumbing to the bite of our cold toxic system (They grew up in the shade) Its pisstopia with no Pol Pot to piss in (Corrupt in their ways) Jerked between the razor phalluses of politics (They grew up in the shade) {Verse 7: Savan DePaul} Soldier blowing a hole through your dungarees Enemies extolling Poland and Hungary Bigoted clones ain’t known for their subtlety Hoping there ain’t no skulls for their duggery On a ten speed I relentlessly ride home Descending in an empty foxhole Protecting all my flesh, these ops roam Professing that the envy rots soul, ayy Professing that the envy rots souls Yeah, ayy, ayy