yo
roll up
pass the green and the zig zags.
let's get toking like some fiends from this big sack.
what we're smoking's help me spit it with this sick track
so i'ma flow sinking-ship until you get that

this real talk like, Kaczynski could taught ya
we beef with each other while they feed us to the slaughter
actually it's deeper. all of us martyrs for computers.
and we do it all in spite of our daughters, duly.

hold up.
did y'all slaves want me stupid?
y'all want me to go off on the game and its rubric?
y'all want me to show off and explain how i'm crucial
cause i can rhyme a couple words and say 'em for some students?

yes i'm zooted but i still can rock knowledge
i have got prudence. that's why i dropped college.
i am not brutus,
and y'all should not follow
but our cities are in ruins and
our kiddies all are hollow

cause our culture is a problem like a misdirected river
but all of us could stop it like a hysteretic system
y'all don't need a rocket scientist to check the figures
just amalgamate the fire of our fists in resistance

and check the distance, like
the crash is coming, folks
i can see the prison guard lights
like a sudden jolt
we'll be ready for 'em
so what you running for?
we won't let the snakes strike twice
like a thunderbolt

i been laying low, falling back with my slow speed
y'all wonder what is wrong with zack? he got cold feet?
nah. i been holed up in my shack, working, no sleep,
i'm holding focus to attack. we could roll deep.

but we won't. no fight if there's no threat
pass the weed, zig zags and light - there'll be no sweat
we'll kick it nightly on the mic, playin whole sets
end it with a message for the head:
get your kin fed.

but fuck the market and the middleman we don't need
what they harvest isn't healthy for us dope fiends
we could carve 'em like the pits from this whole scene
we could start with where we live. we'll be home, free.