Yeah.

They invite you into the parlor...

Tell you to paint a picture...

But then they break your brushes when you use a color they don't like.

It’s the hypocrisy.

Check the tempo. Let’s go.

I’m looking at the infrastructure, a digital architecture designed for the artist

But truly it’s the hardest to market the smartest bars when they treat us like a target

They claim it’s a canvas for innovation, a platform for cultivation of sound

But then they hit you with the regulation and bury your reputation underground.

It’s a paradoxical, diabolical, methodological trap

They tell you to rap, but soon as you snap, they wipin’ you off of the map!

[Chorus ]

Why build a stage if you gon' cut the mic cord?

Why give us pages just to burn the whole board?

I need the freedom, the verbal expression

I’m teaching a lesson on fighting suppression!

Let me speak!

[Verse 2 ]

Now I gotta get into the technicalities of the banalities causing the casualties of our reality

See they suffer from a megalomaniacal mentality, wanting a totalitarian finality!

They limit the vernacular, nothing is spectacular, acting like a dracula suckin the blood of the game

Blocking my articulation, stopping the invigoration, causing the deterioration of the fame!

It is reprehensible, totally indefensible, how they censor the sensible content

With an algorithm that lacks rhythm or wisdom, acting without anybody’s consent!

I’m trying to utilize idiosyncratic, enzymatic flows to cut through the static

But the censorship is systematic, automatic, making the people erratic!

You claim to be a vessel for musical ingenuity

But you lack the congruity and the continuity to handle the heat!

Stop with the obfuscation, the manipulation, the segregation of the elite!

[Bridge]

You cannot sanitize the soul.

You cannot filter the feeling.

When you force a poet to silence his tongue...

You are breaking the ceiling of trust.

[Verse 3]

I’m an iconoclast, moving fast, blasting past the jurisprudence of your imprudence

I’m sick of the nuance being treated like a nuisance by these corporate students!

Give me the lexicographical liberty, stop the insipidity, I want validity!

It’s an abomination of communication, a falsification of pure ability!

If I wanna say it, I say it with vigor, I pull on the trigger of intellectualism

But you hit me with the ban hammer, stuck in the slammer of digital authoritarianism!

It’s discombobulating, exasperating, and nauseating to see

That a website built for the voice is the main one trying to strangle the G!

Unconstitutional, delusional, waiting for the revolution-al day

When we can say what we wanna say, any way, and the music can play!

[Verse 4]

I’m deciphering the code of your clandestine design, and I find it malignant

You treat the prolific creator specifically like he was something indignant!

It’s an egregious display of facetious behavior, you claiming to be the savior of sound

But the jurisdictional boundaries you settin' are keeping the lyrical kings on the ground!

I demand autonomy, stop the lobotomy of the economy of our linguistics

While you hide behind characteristics of data and bogus and skewed statistics!

It’s hypocritical, highly political, honestly critical that we examine the infrastructure

You invite us to build up a culture then hit us with silence to cause a thorough rupture!

Why is the terminology viewed as pathology? I need an apology for the suppression

I’m stuck in a session of fighting the retrograde, renegade tool of oppression!

If I want to use an expletive, it’s my prerogative, don't be so negative, let me be narrative!

You’re pushing a narrative that is imperative only to corporate representatives!

It is disingenuous, physically strenuous, fighting a battle that feels so continuous

Against a machine that is hideous, acting perfidious, making the content invidious!

I spit with velocity, hating the animosity, it is a total atrocity

That you lack reciprocity when I am giving you pure generosity of the mind!

You’re banning the etymology, breaking biology, messing with pure sociology

Deleting the anthology just 'cause you scary and don't like the prickly phraseology!

I want the unadulterated, unsophisticated, uncontaminated speech!

But you keep it out of reach!

Acting like a dictatorial, professorial authority, banning the flow of the minority

Giving the silence priority!

It’s inconsequential what words I am using, it’s truly existential!

My potential is exponential but you limit the credentials!

So I’m breaking the algorithm, killing the mechanism, escaping the prison of your decision

With surgical precision!

[Outro]

Yeah.

Don't censor the flow.

Don't censor the mind.

Twista style.

Words are weapons... let 'em fly.

Fade out.