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I'm the voice of the working poor, laboring for minimum wage
Like men in a cage, I'm the memory of slaves
Never forget, I'm like what a typhoon is to waves
In effect like gravity on your ass as you age
On the mic I sound like a million bats trapped in a cage
Trapped, trying to find a way out and scratching in vein
I'm the rats that show up after it rains
I'm the scars that appear on your body after the pain
The soldier in the army, the brain in the body
Similar to Jamie Bain, I'm insane with the shottie
But my target is not a boxer, it's capitalists and cops
This rap is like a derailed train the way it stops ya
Dead in your tracks, I'm ahead of the facts
I'm the satellite, GPS and lines on the map
A seventy second long song that you keep winding on back
'Cause like an anorexic, it's stuck in your head that it's fat
So I could give fuck less about MTV player
I'm the virus that formatted your MP3 player
The slayer of nonsense, proletarian conscious
A rogue state armed with nuclear missile launchers