Grüvis Malt - No Fighting lyrics

The infestation of our population patrons dealing mostly In fakin' front the frontlines with fronted reputations, it Would be verbal masturbation except you get off with a Large part of the nation is it compensation for lack of Personality or frustration, you are not what you like to be In this reality, you need some creativity or some Vocabularity maybe try university to diversify your Diversity stop actively pursuing this acting activity you See even master actors lack the authenticity. You cannot Bust into a settlement by storm honking the horns you Stole from those who came before your swim to shore it's Not a war of course but your riding on our prized horse You've tapped from our water source lifted from our stores And reservoirs of sorts. I can't ignore in fact I'm sore Music is not a who*e so do not borrow it's source and Decode it like Morse, cause' you endorse forced rhymes And this time we closed the doors sorry s**as you can't s** us. If you're not a worm don't get bit and if you're Not a fish please don't bite it Chorus There are way too many citizens neglecting lyrical content Cash spent on Clark Kents boasting Superman descent with Dissonant intent no dissenters or repentance keeps the Standard subterranean so the dense can hop the fence and Play intense/in tents/ - in tense past winning Jeopardy at Three in the morning, mourning the loss of genius as my eyes Open, the lack of sleep s**er-punched me left me three black Eyes, trying to figure out how people build a wall of truth by Telling lies - we dropped disguises, deciding our angles Shouldn't be hiding, and everybody shouts "TRY Rewriting" But I'm not buying it, I'm selling facts not Fiction, if you need to borrow diction go to the library and l Ook it up under the section labeled "whack," before airplay This genre's played out like falling in love with Bjork , I'm Stranded in the Diesland while my brain is in New York Well I'll be diggin' on some futurock and cuttin' pictures out Of magazines 'til the light under the door goes from black to Grayish green I don't claim to be an "MC" just an "me" "d-I-a" cut me up and I'm bleeding beat poetry in ten years I'll Look back and see if martyrdom was financially beneficial I remember you screaming and biting the heads off mannequins That don't budge but bought a t-shirt with your name on it, but They bought it, that's money in your pocket - I know but do I Need it? - You got an addiction what do you do with it?! - (feed it) Those who ma** market you will duplicate your Greatness while you're busy using superlatives - take away Your natural flavor and add preservatives, reserving the right Because you chose to serve them blindly - they took your style Ideas, life and said "Thank you kindly, (I own you)" Music as a whole has been diluted Your whole intent convoluted After the planet has been flooded with your fodder, your Formula now reads "simply add water." Chorus