As a visionary, you're seen as quite the opposite

People think you're crazy, like your mind is lost a bit

I mean, what's so bad about me binding hostages?

By their wrist so tight they give up trying to get out of it

It's kinda obvious, that I'll capture my audience

Whether it's cause I'm striking a chord with 'em

Or tightening a cord around 'em so tight

Before they're hostage they might be a corpse

Smother you with the truth 'till it can't be denied anymore

I think it's starting to work, the percentage of support

Of people ready to endorse, is beginning to engorge

I had low approval, didn't care about it getting any lower

I didn't change a thing, in fact, I was getting even more

Unrelenting in my form, started developing these horns

Oppose me, metaphorically send 'em to the morgue

My mission was to help the culture set a better course

How many five syllables was that? Ten of them or more

Let's make it Eleven, like Mike's thought process in naming her

When he saw the tattoo and hastily said it

This is my power, I shouldn't have this ability

I'm incorrect politically, sometimes I sit and think

Why do some people leave the vicinity, when I drop a bomb

Wait for the smoke to clear, then come back to the smoking crater

That I created, liquefied ashes turned to sediment

Then y'all wanna casually ask me how the weather is?

It's a nuclear winter, and some have the nerve to say

"Where have you been, you haven't even spoken words today"

That type of gaslighting will make a person break

If y'all don't like what I do, and don't have words to say

Fair enough, but don't come to me after the ashes cleared up

Weeks later, low key blaming me for not saying stuff

That's what gaslighting is, instead of addressing the topic

Try to make the person feel like they completely lost it

But I made a promise, when I started off, there's lines

That I said I wouldn't cross, the destruction I would cause

With my words, something I wouldn't want for those not involved

Directly, words more deadly than anything with a red beam

Made a vow to myself and I aim to keep it

These were non lethal rounds for that very reason

Plus there's another crowd that I'm actually coming for

Would've used another word just now, but the uninformed

Would've read way more into it, like getting a short text message

From someone you like, and you think it's something more

I'm targeting rappers, I wanna simply ask them

You're not even articulate, and you're attempting rapping?

I'll tell you why I hate you in a second, but first

You 'bout to suffer the world's first concussion from just words

Cause I'm heavy handed, from the way they talk and try to rhyme

You would think what I just said already happened

Y'all knew at some point I would eventually smash them

Making us look dumb, with that empty babbling

Y'all hurt the culture showing a glaring weakness

You have one language to speak and barely speak it

You sound lame and dumb speaking your native tongue

That applies to most rappers, especially the famous ones

That's the start of it, now I'ma cross the line Clowning you

Like my psyche had Arthur Fleck as part of it

Are you Kidding me, is everyone retarded then?

Rappers exploit the culture for profit, they're harming it

So I'm disarming them, and bombing them in the top nine

Stop lying, who in that list can't I outrhyme?

I didn't say ten, cause at the top is one guy

Forever making Bozos out of people when he comes by

I'm taking out the remaining spots, two through ten

Cut 'em out, expose 'em like veins that look blue through skin

That's a myth, it's cause of the way the light hits it

It doesn't get under the skin, unlike the way that I'm dissing

Not a battle, unilateral, only one side's armed

You're up against a tank with basically a sidearm

Words are weapons, more than you bums would realize

Make change in ways you can't with a gun or steel knife

You can use it to persuade or you can spread hate

You can uplift, or as you do, blatantly demonstrate

A hostile, thug image, which you have the right to do

Through music, but just know, other cultures might assume

That the way you portray yourself applies to all of us

I hope you know, you smeared our image, and run all amuck

Thanks rappers, you did the culture a great service

You know how in every song, you always make sure to

Tell the whole world you're tough, how you're quick to throw hands

Those aren't just lyrics, it happens, so people are programmed

To associate urban culture with thugs and violence

That's not a burn, when you're in a rough environment

The kids learn quick you gotta act tough inside of it

The culture is broken, I'm the only one defying it

All they see from outside the culture is the hard image

You always portray, so everyone associates certain traits

With people who look and speak a certain way

Think about why, it didn't randomly turn this way

If y'all had a vertebrae you would've logically examined

And saw that it's your very actions that hurt the race

Look at that gangbanger, tell me he doesn't earn the hate

It's an uncomfortable subject, but it's important to say

Now take notes on this part, everyone pay attention

We don't look too different from that guy I just mentioned

That's huge, I'll tell you why, it's the reason you and I

Blame race during painful moments where we felt denied

I wanna play a game, a little thought experiment

Prove to me you're not as stupid as your appearance is

Sike, that was a trap, just wanted you to stick around

My latest hostage, you have no choice but to listen now

Imagine you're tied up, and just to raise the stakes

Your daughter's here too, here's the game I came to play

You're beneath a Saw blade, no one can hear you scream

You gotta pass a polygraph, otherwise the Saw blade's coming down

Like on the Ninja Gaiden continue screen

Don't worry, you do this one task and then you leave

It's easy, I just need you to answer a few questions

If you lie, you sweat, and the electrodes will detect it

You see, I designed this trap to force you to reveal things

From beneath the rug of your subconscious where you swept it

All you gotta do is describe a gangbanger for me

Put aside those predictable feelings of anger forming

This dangerous, whirling blade's, coming towards your face

You better start speaking, you can't afford to wait

Describe a gangbanger, how would you describe the clothes?

Their expression, the way they walk, let me try to show

You why this matters, when you think of a rapper, visually

Do they look different than who we were just envisioning?

Now picture your boys, named Pookie and Ray Ray

They're doing great so far, they're getting straight As

But I gotta ask, and this part isn't meant as a diss

Who do they look like? See, you're a bit hesitant

To answer that, but if you had even a little bit of EQ

You'd see how people might confuse those last groups for these two

And guess what unfair situation this creates?

Good people like that are mistaken for the miscreants

Generations of young men, with pent in resentment

Treated different for what they assume is their Pigment

That's not the whole story, if Farmers were disproportionately

Killing each other, at a rate that's unfortunately

Higher than among other groups, it doesn't take all that

Much logic to see that someone with a straw hat

Wearing overalls, and a plaid shirt will be scrutinized

When that happens daily you feel dehumanized

It's the culture's fault, we're living with the absolute

Trash image it gave us, going insane from

My own clarity on all this, imagine knowing how to solve it

But ignored by most, that's the Cassandra Complex

Y'all ever see Memento? I been gave the solution

In the second one, towards the end I left a blueprint

No one read to you, so you lack EQ and logic

Had to teach you how to think, by taking you hostage

It wasn't intended to be dangerous, a polygraph

Doesn't even work when you make open ended statements