1. In midst of struggle No movement's subtle Rely on sk**ed verbals since none stand eternal Learned men lose gnosis Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent Attempts discordant Irreverent exploits resonate blatant At core, every last statement is ancient Adjacent actions lack pa**ion Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions Granted breath, so there's your precious gift Your half-a**ed attempts landed you in ill predicaments Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear Affected speech and handshakes insincere Seen through that fraudulent folklore Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched rhymes As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric Deaf ears fall tuned to static Like suicide my whisper is tragic Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath Chorus: You take sword and I'll take mic Words spark revolution at man's twilight Words granite Mic flow erratic These lyrics from gutter Bricks Lift mist from mind's stagnant 2. Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall Calm as angel they'd announce heir to bludgeoned throne Violent seeds constantly resown Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth Poems honed now retaliate with truth I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called savage While they sold postcards of hangings Acts of your Forefathers damning Got nerve to call darker damaged When pale skin brought anguish Made every gun that we brandish Stole history, culture, music, and all language Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all happened Mad we ain't dancing??? Minimal advancement won't make me pa**ive Lucid lyricist disciplined like a**a**in Chorus: You take sword and I'll take mic Words spark revolution at man's twilight Words granite Mic flow erratic These lyrics from gutter Bricks Lift mist from mind's stagnant