American Twilight Project Lyrics
Sloth Lust and Greed
(SG, DJ Mockstar, Headsnack)
Yo - I'ma start it off in Spanish
Como así,
SG es me
Lapiz muy caliente aquí
You can see by the words in my audio braille
Leavin' the trail
Of a smell
Like you cookin' up the yayo
Hey - yo
I stay away from jotos
Toca la guitarra un poco
Por que mi vida es muy loco
I'm dope out of my ojos
And see real clear
Its 20/20 vision
With 80 proof and 3 beers
I speak the lingo, I'm sick and need chemo
I wrote the raps fat like a Chipotle burrito
Mockstar my homeboy keeps it one hundy
You know I got your back if your hood gets muddy
I backtrack step back and click-clack
The sawed off picks wack and flips the wig back
I eat snack packs watchin' porn on an IPad
I don't brag I'm just known to kick ass - HA
I take what I want
I get what I need
It's Mockstar I'm psycho, neurotic, psychotic
To keep my brain straight, I need another narcotic
To fill this hole in my heart, Yea you know how I do it
Another pill, another drink, grab the mic and then spew it
I'm droppin' horror music beats while you sit in your mansion
Redrum I orchestrate this shit like Charles Manson
Listen to the words that we spit, tellin' you the truth
You're standin' in your pissy pants, shakin' in your boots
I got demons in my head, yo, they be tellin' me things
You better lock me in my room and take away my shoe strings
I'm fallin' like the devil when god took his wings
I got a lust for money, women, and material things
These thoughts in my mind, yo, they be drivin' me insane
A lobotomy, fuck it, I'll cut parts out my brain
I'm from America, my sins are sloth, lust and greed
I take what I want, I get what I need
I take what I want
I get what I need
Right this very second, somebody's dyin'
And I reckon a family's cryin' from senseless violence
You can't deny it, man was born to riot
On a diet of alcohol, testosterone and stress
Aggression of the physical type
We went from fisticuffs, to brass knucks, to buck bucks
Now schmucks just take your life you're starrin' in a snuff film
Just for fighting for your rights
You're in the sniper's sights, then lights out
Then open your eyes, you're paralyzed from the neck down
Jakes check for the clown,
But after the 41 shots, you think the block hears a sound?
Fear me now, I'm ignorant with heat
I'm quick to release in the streets over insignificant beefs
Regenerated Heads rest in peace
Cuz once you're deceased my insecurity feels relief
It's all good for the police
They just love increasin' peeps in the belly of the beast
I cease and desist, why did Jam Master Jay get shot
Murder my innocence
It's like washing your hands after you piss
You're touchin' the door and gettin' germs on your fist
You think that shit makes sense?
That's why I just take what I want, get what I need, instead!
Mayhem
(DJ Mockstar, Mike Curtis)
Mayhem
Am I the cause or the solution
Look inside begin a spiritual evolution
Revolution, starts with the change of one mind
The first mind I have to change is mine
I gotta run up, get up, act up, what's up, fuck up
Step up, change up my mind and gotta grow up
My thoughts inside my head makes me wanna blow up
Turn these new thoughts into actions and straight up show up
I gotta run out, get out, act out, scream out, shout out
Step out, out into the streets, not gonna bow out
My whole life I didn't want this side of me to come out
Actin' hard, pushin' back, always one to show out
But there's mayhem on our streets, no voice for the voiceless
Political babble on TV is fuckin' pointless
March side by we gotta get shit goin'
Change the direction that the mayhem is flowin'
Fuck team Edward and fuck team Jacob
This is bad luck gutter punk tryin' to make a come up
We gotta get away from, this life of crime
We worry too much about a dime
They don't give a shit about sisters and brothers,
And they take every cent from fathers and mothers
Stack our paper up, 4 blocks tall
No gap high score Tetris it all
This dangerous way of livin' is gonna do us in
To make it out the hood fuckin' counts as a win
So say goodbye to the hookers and blow
The skanks and snow, the powder and hoes
And maybe one day we'll leave it all behind
Until that happens I'm gonna try
To man up get tough stay strong no wrongs
Don't whine get mine keep calm and carry on
Verse 3 back to me, make a decision
Do I live the life I have or change the world that we live in
I can do nothin', and just sit on my ass
Or realize that we're all divided by class
I know that I was born middle class and I'm white
And I had some things easy goin' for me in life
But what if I was born to some poor, black parents?
Be discriminated against, cuz of my appearance.
god forbid I was born in a middle east land
If I'd been caught stealin' they'd take off my hand
Or born in Africa in a drought ridden nation
No water, no food, on the brink of starvation
My race, my religion, my nation, my creed
My intolerance, my negligence, my waste, and my greed
All comes from the fact that I was born who I am
So lets kill all the isms and end this fuckin' mayhem!
100 Dolla' Bill
(DJ Mockstar)
Fresh...not a wrinkle or crease
Straight lines...crisp, clean
Straight mint...y'all know what I mean?
Gotta admit it though, I look good in green
First stop is the bank right up the street
Cuz money makes the man and the man is me
Count me out a pile a 100’s now I can’t be beat
I hit the pocket, don’t drop, it and my life’s complete
Rollin deep…I’m invested
So next up...get some fresh kicks
Them ladies…they all want this
I look damn good then it’s on to the next trick
Another day... another forty nine cents
Waited too long... gotta pay the rent
My worth?…Not as much when I went
To the shoe shop, cuz shit now I'm just spent
To the gas station yo I gotta fill up the car
4 bucks a gallon, I can't get very far
Not too long ago I was a super star
Now I'm broken, I'm bent torn up and scarred
What's that sound?...tummy's grumblin'
Mega-lo-mart… get some grub and
2 for a dollar… I'm strugglin'
My health and my hunger is what I'm jugglin'
2 for a buck …cost 2 cents
Markup…4900 percent
To do business… i need consent
If it isn't legal i'll go to the government
Congressman wants another campaign donation
So we scratch each others backs in anticipation
Of passing laws for no regulation
Quid pro quo is what made this great nation
Here I am… on the hill
Reps pocket…can't get his fill
Millions more…in his till
Don't blame me I'm just a hundred dolla' bill
Board Room Assholes
(Headsnack, DJ Mockstar)
What is a board room asshole?
One that makes decisions
Affecting innocent citizen's
Quality of livin'
They're politi-tickin me off,
Time for bitchin'
I got no pot to piss in
But who's listenin'
They're busy in their wars for oil
How come it's not their lineage dyin' in the termoil
As long as loyal stock holders invest
They stage panic, while the planet remains helpless
It's selfishness, like sellin' a near extinct fish
Cuz if the rich don't bitch, the poor get poached
The man who chooses what you see on the news
From a board room that promotes doom even if it's truthless
As long as proof is in product consumption
The masses remain clueless, and dependent on nothing
False hope, the butt of a corporate joke
Might as well be ropin' my own neck to choke
Cuz it ain't about one man's wealth
It ain't a mystery that history repeats itself
What else? When you die, you can't take it with you
So share that money, or get the slit that I shit through
Asshole
12 men in a room, makin' your decisions
Average age 63, they don't know how you livin'
They got maids, butlers, whores, pool boys and live-ins
While we workin' nine to five, barely scrapin' enough to live with
In our pockets, tellin' us what we need
They sell us bullshit products just to fuel their greed
They got the MBAs and doctoral degrees
I'm up to my ass in student loans and fees
They ruin the gulf with their poison and sludge
Put out an ad campaign, they say they're sorry and such
We buy their lies, and forget our grudge
They make another billion, now who gives a fuck!
This shit ain't over, nah it's just beginnin'
They feed the war machine, they bribe the politicians
Control the flow, by sendin' troops on a mission
Speculate a loss and they still makin' millions
And when the people stand up and say "Wait a fuckin' minute"
Why we still have poor while you bribin' the senate
You say we lazy and slobs, if we raise our voice against it
Assholes! Need to get with it!
Assholes
Out of sight, out of mind is their logic
As long as their products dominate your pockets
What if their factory produces toxins?
They'll help elect a man that will protect their profits
It's just a wack equation, how does corporate tax evasion
Equal tax the laymen?
To be complacent with the skirts you're chasin'
The skys you're scrapin', The earth you're rapin'
Barely human, cro-magnon, gag-ball product placement
Masons building mega-lo-marts to start slave camps
I mind you being successful, if at the expense of my health
You're on a pedestal
Careful, assholes,
Hidin' in the shadows
Smell like cigar tobacco,
Runnin' mouths like deranged jackals
My tattle-tale has been discontinued
Sorry your favorite food's no longer on the menu
Who's they guy that set up snipers on the grassy knoll
Another board room asshole
American Twilight
(DJ Mockstar, W-2, Seymour Justice)
It's the twilight of the age of America
In the mirror the eyes of the devil they starin' back at ya'
Hungry children lyin' in your trash in the gutter
And you wanna take the food out the mouths of the mothers
You always bitchin' that your taxes are too high
But that Bible that you preach don't say an eye for an eye
It says "turn the other cheek, do to the least you do to me
Give your shirt to a stranger and you give it to those in need"
But you won't clothe the needy yea you're too filled with greed
While the schools and roads they crumble, don't give a fuck about their needs
All you have in your heart is your hate
Hidden by the pious, bullshit words that you say
Your god is money, but you say he's divine
Respect for life? But you commitin' the crimes
Class warfare? you brought this fight.
Defend my rights it's American Twilight
This is the twilight of the age of America
I'll put this in layman's terms we can all understand
About modern economics, AKA, slight of hand
Prepare to get conned, if you ain't already been canned
Since there's billions of us, supply trumps the demand
It's like tryin' to sell countless grains of sands
When you're desperate and starvin', abandoned and stranded
That's not even yours cause you don't hardly own the land
But a mile high mountain of debt in your name still stands
And if cash is a stand in for the work that's been done
And credit's a stand in when you don't have enough
And a vast majority of people up under the sun
Live in substandard conditions, short on funds
While this unmanned machinery continues to run
The tank is on "E" but it still plows through bums
Red blood turns black ink, turns to zeros and ones
It's nothin' plus nothin', til they conjure up sums
The age of America was an age of hysteria
A land supposedly free, adding more limits and barriers
"Transparent limited government?"
Always corrupted, expanding grey area
Now we're in the decline as the skies rain barium
But no one is fearin' it,
Turnin' a blind eye to what is clear to us
Like our enormous deficit bound to collapse and bury us
Swing low, sweet chariot, I'll take my own weight and carry it
As I write this narrative,
I'll let you know that I'll fight to the end, period
"Why so serious," they say, let me ask, "Why so delirious?"
Aren't you curious?
You think I just make this up just to shake things up?
Liberty should be sacred to us,
But everyone grows ashamed of true patriots
We used to be proud to be free, man this shit is ate up
So we hope and change what? For candidates to save us
Votin' thieves into office just for them to betray us
Presidential debates? HA! Just mere entertainment
Now we've got two choices, enslavement or detainment
War!
(DJ Mockstar, Bawarchi King)
Its war, rich against poor
Corporations stole the flag, now they wantin' some more
It's war, rich against poor
Money grabbin' back stabbin' can't take it no more.
Monetary terrorism, fought by the banks
Payin' off the politicians to join in the ranks
You give thanks
Everyday to the land of the free?
Only the rich participate in the American Dream.
Another call, another past due notice
Got the game straight fixed in their favor... and they know this
Got me drownin' in debt but I can't shake em off and
Scratchin' my fingernails on the roof of the coffin
They committin' fiscal murder with blood on their hands
While their money's makin' money out in foreign lands
Payin' off the government one bill at a time
It's all goin' down right in front of your eyes
Here in the USA we reduced to catch phrases
Soundbites, headlines, spray tans on white faces
Sayin he ain’t MY president” Let's face it
Them old rich folks be some old rich racists
Its war, rich against poor
Corporations stole the flag, now they wantin' some more
it's war, rich against poor
Money grabbin' back stabbin' can't take it no more.
Its war, and we're on the defensive
Everybody apathetic, nobody getting pensive
It's not a fair fight when the weapon's expensive
Organize, rise up, launch a counteroffensive
Your biggest fear is livin' in your ghettos and cities
Not in a cave somewhere or some mid-east country
Your biggest fear is in the workin’ middle class
Monetary inequality they temper fast
Corporate states of America crushin' our necks
How the hell we gettin’ poor while they cashin the checks?
They see a loop hole and jump right through it
Why pay a tax on the millions when the poor gonna do it?
Look around you man, y'all should be mad
All the grandmas, the sisters, the moms and the dads
Even the preachers and the poets should be gettin’ hostile
All cuz of the chumps on both sides of the aisle
Even the old folks who don’t care anymore
Even the armed forces, even the fuckin' peace corps
Even the youth who ain’t been mad before
Get ready, watch yo back, cuz they bringing the War!
2012
(DJ Mockstar)
Thunder claps the sky rips open
The trumpet sounds as the first seal is opened
It's 2012, the four horsemen comin'
Elected officials turnin' their backs and start runnin'
The First horse to ride will be pestilence disease
Takin' out the poor, tired, sick and the weak
Leavin' room for War to corrupt with ease
All of those that are left fightin' off the disease
Unleashed from heaven the third horse will be famine
Drought takin' the crops, prices too high to manage
Kill off the destitute first so they can't damage
The wrath of the gods of good and evil's revenge
And on a pale horse will ride the spirit of death
Like a vulture, he will feed upon all that is left
And for those who ask him for his mercy and rest
His cold touch will take your spirit to valley of death
The plague is spreadin' yo it can't be stopped
And I'm preachin' the word in the these beats that I drop
This kinda greed is takin' root in everything
Grab a hold of corporations like a killing machine
It's all for the profit, it's all for the dollar
Catchin' people by the toe and don't care if they holler
They got the working man straight up cashed the fuck out
I'm lookin' at war seeing what it's about
Take the globe cut it into pieces
Pit a nation against another until the profit increases
Make them all take sides, release the dogs of war
If you rich you ain't fightin', since we've got the poor
The wealthy don't enlist, they just footing the bills
Think about how many ivy leaguers are Navy Seals?
How many senator's sons are in the special forces?
We ain't finished that's only two of four horses
Too many mouths, not enough to eat
You got kids starvin' to death out in the street
Not in some third world nation on a TV show
This shit's happenin' right here, downtown ya know?
There's overpopulation and there's malnutrition
We can't feed our people but yo, we got the ammunition
To start another battle just for profit and greed
Economy's a bust? It's a war that you need
A planet with no future? Yea, that's us right there
Only the stench of death and mistrust in the air
Everything is done for the holy dollar sign
While we marchin' off the cliff in a single file line
How many millions did that CEO make today?
How many people are diggin' their own graves today?
Time has run out now, yo, it's sudden death
We bled out everything we had, now there's nothing left.