Earthquake – B.o.B – letras

[B. o. B]Born into competitionWith a feeling that something’s missingBred in a corn addictionWith a synthetic compositionOn the brink of a civil warOr the forming of one religion?I wonder what came firstDinosaurs or Darwinism?Pledging allegiance to a flagSince elementaryWriting curses in cursive and casting spellsStung by the spelling beeAnd they says congratulationsYou graduatedFrom slaveryTo paid slaveryYou actually made it!Here! Take this gown and cap and wave itLike a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for itLike a nation that traded it’s minerals in exchange for paper paymentHere, these are your gods, you have to praise ’emI wonder who we’d worship if we weren’t captured and tradedConsider this my affidavitYo, It’s the ruling classHere to rule yo assPrescription drug thug cocaine mule yo assAgricultural skills sure would suit yo assBut they say, living off the land is a useless pathHere, work for dead Presidents, Ha! fooled yo assAny revolutionaries, they remove yo assFast, click clack, quick blast, in a flashWhiplash from the kickback of the impactPush yo shit backAs long as my head is intactI’ll be as political as I wantBecause I get taxedNah, this ain’t no fuckin diss track, to distractOr useless chit chat, or syntax, orWho’s ass is this fat and who has a six packWho’s batting this average, orCompare his passes to his passesThere’s a thousand sports channelsYou can get this package, or this packageWho’s this savage?Hey, let’s compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggageAnd see who calls each other bitch fastestHaters go out they way to fuck up my dayBut I ain’t even worried about your bitch assesAnd it’s quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off itThey make the sky toxicPrescribe the antibioticMake a high profit, divide the marginYou could die off itIf you do, they hide the autopsyWhat the fuck are you supposed to do?Morgellons in your kosher foodWhat the fuck is even kosher food?Third generation crops won’t produceBe careful who you keep close to youI’m from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crewThey say, « Bobby Ray, the older you is overdue »I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up exposing truthsI used to think, what would Hova do?Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was AfghanistanThen Russia and China would be Triple HHAnd the Illuminati would be Vince MacmahonNow when the haters are The UndertakerThe crowd doesn’t stand a chanceWhen the international bankers are walking through the standsSlide yo ass some XanYou think you a fan but you really just a lambNiggas start trends every day but don’t never get no pair of VansWhat the fuck is an advance?Niggas live on colored people timeWhat the fuck is in advance?Tsh, I don’t fucking understandI just want my fucking bandzI’m a walking talking human conundrumLike a Muslim going HamLooking for the promised landFalse stories of Christopher ColumbusHolding Pocahontas’ handBlack History is the shortest monthI just hope you understand, when theNative Indians don’t get shit butThanksgiving and some yams, likeHere, here’s a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhhWell, let’s just move on, because, America’s great!Man I fucking love itDemocratic or RepublicLightning rod, change the subjectAll of these religions, I’m glad I found oneAll of these beliefs and mine’s the right oneTrying to process all this info you hide fromTill you wake the fuck up out on the advice sonCulture and religion condition your mind hon’Whatever’s prohibited, Imma defy themThe smell of freedom is making my eyes runTo authority, I’m the antithesisI’m not a pacifist, or a philantropisistI don’t got all the answersisesI just got a louder mic, and better stanzasas, bitchOh I’m sorry, did I offend you?What the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what’s on the menu?That’s why only ratchet shit is what these kids is intoA language comprehendableFriends do what they friends doPeople act so fucking hard but really they just gentlePsychological childrenGrownups with issuesGrownups with childrenWho grow up with issuesCancer tissuesAbandonment, misuseSubliminal marketing screaming, « Here, let me fix youI have the cureI have the remedyI am the saviorI am not the enemyBut give me your money, give me your money, give me your money! « Everybody’s in debtBut this is a free country!They dock your pay, what a mockeryWhy you on the clockHickory, dickory, dockeryThey want cable, they want coffee, they want comedyAnything to take they mind off being propertyTrying to say it properlyWorking on my tactBut I am the anomalyThey know I’m the shit like a elio-colonoscopyThey know I’m the shit by just looking at my discographyThey know I’ve been sent to awake this idiocracyMass media, hipocrisyTurn you into a worker beeHarvest the honey treeI’m just being honest, bMother Earth quakes underneathFather Sky, up above the seaGod the father, the skySon of God, the SunAmun Ra, the EyeNo more AmenNo more folding hands goodbyeAdios, au revoir, bandz|||