Talib Kweli - Distraction (Occupy Wall Street Freestyle) lyrics

Nowadays we be rocking gla**es for fashion And f**ing with life a fraction Covered in Max Factor, hustling a**-backwards As sure as Hi-Tek look like Richard from Last Dragon Your focus on bogus rappers got you caught up in distraction Distraction. Who f**ing who? Who cares? That's distraction You wish it was you, don't you -- why you asking? Try to break the law of attraction Get a piece of my attention like a fraction of a ration Or a measly little morsel They s** your blood and you believe in the immortals We nocturnal like a sleeping disorder See the water drawing away from the shore This ain't no ordinary storm We k**ing for a humanitarian cause But have yet to show up in Darfur The Arab Spring is what it's called But it's looking at the pride before the fall They say it ain't about the spoils of war But turn around and tell you how much more the oil will cost Steal the land from the Native American and call the missiles Tomahawks Make him a mascot, dress up like him for sport As a final a**ault to his beautiful culture Scavengers, feasting on the dead like a vulture Snacking; how you keeping up with my rapping? You barely keeping up with Kardashians You caught up in distraction It's the living proof -- you try to make the truth elastic as Mr. Fantastic We recycling these rappers Truthfully, these n***as is plastic Coming through the front door blasting I ain't talking bout them e-mails That you always send to the ma**es That somehow end up in my trash bin My n***as got the aim of sharpshooters and the hearts of a**a**ins All this war, all this life, all this pa**ion The game is distraction Give a f** if the President wear a flag pin Rhyming is deep as holes Chilean miners are trapped in Or the cracks in the earth under Asia Minor causing disasters My deep cuts way above your minor infractions Talk to rappers like children cause that's how they acting They holding their hands like minors in traffic The captains of industry and the lovers of status quo Have a deep-seeded fear of change For them it's strange -- they wanna go Back to the 50's, they asking for a return But them days is much blacker, for lack of a better term We adapted to the times, but this culture we had to learn Came about as natural as a perm on a pachyderm These fascists have had their turn We packing them German burners, them Lugers The next shooters waiting for Superman, they get nothing but Lex Luthor America's nightmare, vivid as Fred Kruger Our heroes are dead to us Spirit that bled through us Endear us with the spirit so the flow is so foolish What you hearing is precision The people so thirsty, what they seeing is mirages But this pa**ion Photoshopping and your YouTube collages Coming through like Collossus Exposing the false prophet Taught how to do the knowledge so I'm never off-topic A lie is like a potion First it gets you open Then you swallow whole straight for the truth f** the chaser, skip religion and the politics And head straight to the compa**ion Everything else is a distraction