Panic Mode

When you see that notification, go into panic mode

"Oh god, what's he gonna say in his next savage poem?"

I'm taking more hostages, that's more damaged domes

Remember, two songs ago, when I said,

I would keep beating you over the head

Won't stop like a habit formed?

I tried to fix the culture, but it didn't matter for 'em

Too stupid to understand anything abstract

If I strapped you to a chair put my songs on and looped it

I got the tools to beat you fools with

And violate you, join the #MeToo movement

I'm not making light of it, I respect those women

Anyone that's guilty of that, ought to have cement

blocks strapped to 'em, dropped where the fish are swimming

I'm dragging thugs into deeper waters than the men in

the very example I just said two lines ago

Lyrically drown hoodlums 'til there's no signs of 'em

Nothing subtle about a shovel to bury this culture

And I'll keep piling on to where they can't find the bones

All the bets are off, and there's no sense of honor

Now you get rag dolled like Khabib did to Conor

Five songs ago, I started with a noble goal

I wanted to help the culture climb up the totem pole

I had no idea it'd be this hard to show you dolts

I warned 'em what could happen, first song I told 'em so

Remember, I said you're either with me or against me?

Essentially, if you're not in that forty percent, mincemeat

There's no beef, I'm just indiscriminately

attacking any dummy who disagrees with me

Nope, you can't have an opinion, stay silent

You're a sympathizer of a culture that makes violence

You and I care equally about it, difference is

You wanna protect the black image instead of fixing it

Even the people who are otherwise intelligent

Will argue irrationally, contrary to the evidence

"The stats gotta be biased, it's too negative"

Ok, keep thinking that, it's to your own detriment

A thug's mind is, full of violence, grabbing glocks

Your street cred's worthless, the world thinks you're a laughing stock

You goons are easy targets, basically standing props

Aim these words at you, defenseless when I slam these thoughts

into you, from so many angles, don't know what's hitting you

Drain the life out of 'em, leave their bodies with a sickening hue

This is probably giving you flashbacks to when you were a lad

and your parents had to resort to whipping you

For discipline, since they didn't read, they lacked the tools

To articulate their points, so whenever you act a fool

Your parents used physical punishment to deter you

Understanding why it's wrong would've better served you

Instead of just screaming, "boy, what's wrong with you?"

Don't ask them, teach 'em, explain why it's wrong to do

But you can't explain things if you lack the words to do it

The subpar language skills is the worst influence

If your way of teaching is to brute force common sense

By screaming and beating 'em, you'll never accomplish it

That's not teaching, that's emphasizing the consequence

That just makes it where their actions and thoughts depend

Not on ethics, but whether they feel they can get away with it

You're not teaching a lesson when everyday is spent

Losing patience, screaming at 'em when they do something wrong

Instead of teaching 'em the points I'm repeating on this song

Getting exasperated cause they keep misbehaving

That's on you, you failed to lay a moral foundation

If the structure is weak, of course it won't stand straight

It has a weak base, but you try to hit it into place

You're sorely under equipped, this isn't for debate

I tried to hand the tools, but at this point

I'm just flinging 'em, in general directions

I don't care if they catch it with both hands

Or it ends up hitting 'em in the face

I don't care if I end up ricocheting 'em into space

I'm flinging these words at 'em, to shame 'em and disgrace

I'ma chip away, weak structures tend to break

I have so many different ways to mock and denigrate

And what a better way, to publicly humiliate

hoodlums, than to use their own music to obliterate

Face it, they're stains on the race, who'd miss 'em?

I'm launching an arsenal of heat seeking truth missiles

It'll reach even those that have little to do with 'em

If you don't support me then you're in cahoots with 'em

Some of y'all might be dumber than my primary targets

You're still in denial, I think you might be retarded

Acting like I didn't drop a nuclear warhead on your forehead

Ground's crumbling under you, crap stains in your underoos

Cracked frames that holds pictures falling over shattering

Roof collapsing in, you looking battered, clothes in tatters and

you standing there looking dumb, as if it's not happening

Trying to keep a straight face but inside you're panicking

That's what happens when, you ignore the elephant in the room

The room is ruined, you don't what that elephant'll do

This is your life now, get used to it, there's more ensuing

Every four to five months, smash your fortified huts

Leave it war-torn and ruined, debris to rummage through

I was trying to help you idiots, now I wanna Punish you

Less like Bruce Wayne and more like Frank Castle

If I don't make a direct impact, there's still mass shrapnel

You feel hollow, I'm carving you up from the inside

By using your weakness to exploit you, like a Wilson Fisk crime