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Elitists Part 3

All these racists with their lies, filling the airwaves with propaganda and strife, Stalins with soundbytes, Magellan their drivebys the pasts dead end street -topically jacknifed like it was the only course for a heading, point A to point B. We pedestrians to lame a detour again, hobbled by peasantry. But yevolt! Herr Commandant! the halt needs to screech, only, the rich like you aint in the inner city! we aint all nazis, rich republicans or democrats of opportunity those tobacco cotton czar b*tc**s aint got nothing to do with me But for you angry youngbloods I see that your blinkers is on , flashing inequality, white privilege, and the radios singing that song- "and the beat goes on and on and on", sheeples, 8 mile, single file through Babylon. yes we see you getting pulled over, and aint done nothin wrong didn't join a gang or messover someone How would you act if you were the privileged of hip hop and R&B Say there's a lack of opportunity? Like a cat coloring the kettle black, while the cauldron is full of Crystal bubbly. No, you know love and understanding is a two way street Now about Mr. Cam Newton and his claim at being a "different breed" Sounding a bit like a young hitler, a complex of superiority Now I know there's 31 flavors choco-malatto- San gusto consuella-injustice- demingo-...... so many ways to taste, defeat, scoop up the malaise don't rub it in the face when you're on top of the heap, make people suck on your chocolate dipped cone of invincibility, pop cultured froyo with extra cream bet it makes the taste of vanilla a fetish treat, out of spite, cause African got some ultra fine honeys how do you think they feel when you got a fetish for something not a bit more sweet leaves a bad taste, in the palate of the nationality too much high flying, smack talking, mainlining, cult of punk personality there aint no union in a phrase like "aint seen nothin like me" I think you better stick with a spoon, dig your way out of the backstabbery a silver one for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do but compete for biggest cat in a cradle, big man blue "but they never considered me" Is there anybody else? I ask you, seriously, just you?

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