Reks - 21st Century Rap lyrics

Welcome to the 21st century Park your spaceship, walk with me mentally Over to the left we have d**h in the form Of a baby in an incubator, fresh out the womb Born to a fiendin´ mom Pop died in Vietnam He was one tantrum away from an aborted life Afforded life, now the plight of a ba*tard child Is past the Nile to fight civil wars Several centuries bore the Civil Rights movement n***as like movin´ I think the tale [?] grill that white chick Nights seemed darker than black folk Now Obama telling us have hope His skin pale now in comparison I look at how he treat Iraq, it´s embara**in´ Big Brother telling little brother give up your oil And give up your cash You don´t they mash your a** Spoils: the American way Did the Indians make Makin´ deals when no deals to make Jewels for your land Jews in the camp Auschwitz Crammed bodies into the fire Was damned for the simple fact they wasn´t blue-eyed Japanese did Enola Gay as she flew by And as she dropped the bomb The West was calm The East was tortured by the gas and alarms Saddam, he was hung, he was hanged Just another n***a on a noose-- And he didn´t even order the planes Welcome to the 21st century Anthem on the symphony Walk with my mental design Kamikaze, Uncle Ozzie said boy you need Jesus Best believe he´s and them fire breathin´ demons Leave em in the slums, look at him Hummin´ pin, strummin´ the tune of the ghetto echoin´ Drummin´ the [?] Geppetto puppets These pawns are pop songs I love it, how I rose above it Then up on the pulpit Spit sermons that Eric would adore Epic exploration, raw metaphors You ain´t never met a force Pen in the paws, this enormous Flawless flow´s a fortress, foes can forfeit Before spit, I was on some aww sh** Listened in awe, then became R with God´s gift From the darkest of tunnels I bore life I walked when I saw night Rode into the sun like sunlight Shining in the midst of hell Rhyming so I missed the cell Too busy scribbling lyricism I dwell Within the-- Realm of the 21st century Revolution Road, got a revolution flow Mentally I blow, leave the holes in your speakers Jesus in the soul, Reks in your earpieces Gotta get the dough Benjamin stacks in the pants´ creases He´s just cut from a mold An old head po´ head sick with diseases Tongue spits seizures, cause foes amnesias Show to the O-F-F to my d**h is my peoples See through hoes and follow codes Rose from the bottom of the slums to the heights of the steeples Any opposed now below You not know a boy who raps similar, nann n***a equal Game over, you mournin´ like so? You John to the Does From the cranium down to the toes tagged Under zippered bags Where you get your lyrics at f*gs.com? We get rid of that If you want to leave your wig attached Better not spit or rap Cause I chip in half paragraphs with the battle axe Ebonical tongue chronical times I young, fly, flashy I´m grimy, nappy, I´m R-E ashy From the dirt, never been cla**y Severin´ your f**ing veterans with my raps, see Not here to chit chat, rather spit raps Get my chips stacked Greater than a n***a named Gatsby