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halfway anarchists running scenes like halfway houses
shunning real ones to lay in bed with communist spouses
mutual aid red like Kool-Aid drank the rhetoric espouses
bigger tent than FEMA, there's no relief from this disaster
bigger front ANTIFA, schema for selling out faster
front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake anarchy, you know I bring it to you live
anarchy in the projects—my projectuality is what, kid?
you talk a good one, but you don't want it
you're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
drama played by teens, but this conflict is old
and when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
another commie deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly
so I can get my mind off these paperback fillers
why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
meanwhile black anarchy the realness and foundation
if I die, I couldn't choose a better vocation
when the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin' sensation
you're gettin' closer to Mao in a tight situation now
take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

son, they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin' in mud or victorious in the sun
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
so some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
they ain't a crook, son, they just a shook one

criminal minds beyond recognition
i'm buggin', diggin' my ways out of holes by hustlin'
get that loot, kid, you know my function
'cause long as I'm alive, I'ma live illegal