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Knox Hill - No More Sheep lyrics

Artist: Knox Hill

album: No More Sheep


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
Through the mud the truth's been drug
And we're all suppliers
What's left to write when y'all cop views
When did hip hop become Fox News?
Where do I see an еnd when y'all lock the truth
Blame thе other side but it's not true
And what's truth
When it's sweetened up
Full of sucrose and those sweeteners
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
Eatin' M&M's on that sweet trap
So I'm on this joint like it's knee caps
Tryna take the mick but I see facts
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 "Fuck Trump" or it's "Go Brandon"
They'll go bananas on the media hits
You can notarize this
Treat your rap songs like news stories
Polarize clicks mm
In the Matrix on the same shit
I'm saying fuck the Red and fuck 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, barking sycamores
You can take that proof to the liquor store
It's real
All this talk of goats around here
All I see is sheep in the mirror
Circles getting smaller this year
You make smoke y'all are fake fake woke (fake woke)
All this talk of goats around here
All I see is sheep in the mirror
Circles getting smaller this year
You make smoke y'all are fake fake woke (fake woke)
World in panic, panic button
Damn they hand us nothin', stand for somethin'
Ambulances, damage coming
Uncle Sam scammed the public
Can't rebuttal
Planned it, damn the man to damn to subtle
Cancel button
Hands'll clamp the camera puzzled
Channel struggle can't be muzzled
While we sit in shit that can't be shoveled (hey)
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
But they stay ahead thanks to family name
And they pitch to you that they get it too
Swing for your state with the flag they wave
Like damn
I ain't havin' none of this
I quit
I can't succumb to this
I'm sick
My hand's up in a fist
This shit'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 they masters, hmm
What about Pac what about Big
What about Pun what about Pimp
All these prodigies ain't about shit
Talk about Doom
Motherfucker, 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 history
It's like a mystery damn
You couldn't shoot a clue if these Nancy's Drew
All these pansies bloom
Y'all would cancel June
But that jewel lie
Wit your fake bling and your faux rhymes
Keep shinin'
All this talk of goats around here
All I see is sheep in the mirror
My circles getting smaller this year
You make smoke y'all are fake fake woke (fake woke)
All this talk of goats around here
All I see is sheep in the mirror
Circles getting smaller this year
You make smoke y'all are fake fake woke (fake woke)
All this talk of goats around here
All I see is sheep in the mirror
Circles getting smaller this year
You make smoke y'all are fake fake woke (fake woke)
Yeah
I pledge allegiance
To America
The land of the cancelled
Huh

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