Lyrics For No More Sheep (F*ck Genius)

To those who want lyrics to my latest track - I've typed them up with some of the doubles below! We all know Genius does a horrible job of getting the text right lol. 

Verse 1

Sign in, type it, write your violence

Light a fire, line these minds with

Viral Pools that hide behind these fake profilers

Cue the hate but who’s to blame?

We’re shamed to silence

These lies all line my mind’s asylum

Though the mud the truth’s been ‘drug’

And we’re all ‘suppliers’

What’s left to write/right

When ya’ll cop views

When did hip hop become Fox News?

Where do I see an end (CNN)

When ya’ll lock the truth

Blame the other side but it’s not true

And what’s truth?

When it’s sweetened up

Full o sucrose and those weeteners

That sugar dose

Ain’t no sweeter drug

For the obese let me heat it up

They want you fat they want you mad they want you sad

So you can pop pills and they know it’s ‘cap’

Got you on track till you Relapse (re-laps)

Eatin’ M&M’s(Eminem) on that sweet trap

So I’m on this joint like its knee caps

Tryna take the ‘mick’ but I see facts (Mickey Factz)

So I take the mic and I ‘feed back’

It’s real

Are you independent tryna make it?

You need the formula for the rope I’m handin?

Here’s a concept for a dope anthem:

Just throw a tantrum

Saying’ f** Trump or it’s ‘Go Brandon’

They’ll go bananas on the media hits

You can notarise this

Treat your rap songs like news storie:s

Polarise clicks mm

In the Matrix on the same sh*t

I’m saying f** the Red and f** the Blue

How they draw lines and they color you

You are worth more than who you vote for

But these fake polls start a viral war

Sick of watchdogs - bark-in sycamores

And you can take that ‘proof’ to the liquor store

It’s real

Hook:

All this talk of GOATs round here

All I see is sheep in the mirror

My circles getting’ smaller this year

You make smoke

Ya’ll are fake fake woke

Verse 2:

World in panic

Panic button

Damn they hand us nothin’

Stand for somethin’

Ambulances

Damage comin’

Uncle Sam

Scammed the public

Can’t rebuttal

Planned it, damn the man

Done damned us subtle

Cancel button

Hands all clamp the camera puzzled

Channel struggle

Can’t be muzzled

While we sit in shit that can’t be shovelled

That’s the reason why

I see it in their eyes

Hide evil that’s inside

They’ll do anything to rise

How can a rich man born into privilege

Understand your pain and represent your interests?

From their nice school with those nice gates

With that nice name that daddy paid

And they stay ahead thanks to family name

But they ‘pitch’ to you that they get it too

‘Swing’ for your ‘state’ with that flag they wave

Like Damn

I ain’t havin’ none of this

I quit

I can’t succumb to this

Im sick

My hand up in a fist

This sh*t’s

So damaged that it’s fixed

Quick - move a little bit faster

Slavery’s past us

But the fact is most of these rappers Trap’d

When they still don’t own their ‘masters’

What about Pac what about Big

What about Pun what about Pimp

All these ‘Prodigies’

Ain’t about sh*t

Talk about Doom

MFer are you kidding’ me

Ya’ll can ‘Pop Smoke’

But it’s a miss to me

When most of these rappers don’t even know they’re history

It’s like a mystery damn

You couldn’t ‘shoot a clue’ if these ‘nancies drew’ (Nancy Drew)

All these ‘pansies’ bloom

Ya’ll would cancel June

But that jewel lie (July)

Wit your fake bling and your faux rhymes

Keep shinin’