Clout - A Modest Proposal lyrics

[Verse 1: Clout] If y'all are T-Swizzle, I can be J.T. Swift Eminent poet bringing s**y back like J. T., b**h Northern lights, Christmas Kush, and morning lights Put me to sleep -Lucifer- I was born from night: Born to might, born to write., born in a flight To the top of the top. I am the cream o'-the crop And the harvest smells deliciously malicious I am a problem you can't solve with petitions Ignition, I am the catalyst of the occupation (a generation plagued by past dissertations) “Aren't we all making profit? Things I sell, don't you go cop it?” Spill in the Dow- janitor, teach these idiots to mop it Polluting the airwaves, sight still scares me, revolution- Aries simultaneously streaming to Blackberries Horoscopes can't gauge the horror of my scope And can't match the wisdom of the Homer of my Pope sh** got real, or is it a ‘still-as-fake-as-ever' deal? Look at me, I've never seen music played on MTV! The Hills and The City selling dreams to vulnerable teens: “You're pretty, and would make a fabulous fashionista,” On top of your 5 shifts at Starbucks as a barista… “But at-least-chyea 8 dollar caramel mocha's free.” f** that, demand a cup of tea brewed with c**a leaves You're selling your life away anyways, might as well go the full way Plus it'll help you lose weight, and make you cool like Kurt Cobain Bullet in the head, and, one in our hearts We're dying -Tragically too- and hip hop's not art? LOL, fluidity reminiscent of Wonton Soup Sounds more handicapped like a Joe Swanson Snoop Dogg, but I'm not a skeptic, I try to be optimistic Heads up evangelicals, please try to be realistic Tyranny o'erthrown by the hand of man; Guy's face covers man's mask in my master plan But we ain't blowing up sh**, ‘specially the mainstream charts Listening to the radio is like buying all your sh** at Wal-Mart Redistribute the wealth at least go to a Target This ain't slang mane, I heard the beast calls it argot But I can't stand all this babbling about Babylon I've got the throne, y'all just another Absalom Spasmodically Biblical, catastrophically cyclical Moderately individual, a modernity of visuals… Jesus rebuked heresy, but now his followers are Pharisees We must find parity between prosperity and charity Sincerity is the only way to the rarity of clarity Sardonically and ironically, that's sonic me 20 drinks deep, and I don't even like gin and tonics, B And there's no stopping me as long as some one drops the beat I'll be there, I swear, Sampson with a full head of hair Like Shad says: “fakes keep fronting but I just don't care.”