Rodney Hazard - The Mechanic lyrics

Do you want peace or just a piece of it? Are you here to profit, or to become it? Realize dreams from underneath funnels Of universal knowledge on a mountain peak's summit Did you ever think what if The system is a prison just to keep some of Us locked in and the others locked out Try to shut me down but I just keep coming I skipped through hell in a turtle neck Didn't get burned, didn't work a sweat Gave birth to my best three verses yet Emerged from the depths with a new purpose, stretched Myself to the limit Brought d**h to the holies, help for the sinners Took the idols off of the shelf they were sitting on Then I buried them elsewhere, is it Wrong for me to bring harm to these False gods that'll put us on a farm to breed Future consumers to follow the lead Of the sheep lost in mediocrity Should I act like it doesn't bother me, nah I'm going back into my armoury I'm shooting every rifle til my arms are weak Boy, freedom ain't free and it's far from cheap (Hook, Akil B Strange) I don't fear fear Fear fears me I am a beast, see Babylon out here hunting me Give no f**s I just do me But who can I trust, my mind be playing these tricks on me like Who am I, Who am I? My name is Sir Coup D'etat Weak MC's get coup de grace (weak MC's get coup de grace) Who am I, Who am I? My name is Sir Coup D'etat Weak MC's get coup de grace (weak MC's get coup de grace) A runaway slave in the city of god The air is a little too Nicki Minaj, it's Thick as Mississippi in August Forgetting how to dream, it's like I'm picking a coffin Laying inside, putting my feet in the fire My reason for being was never being admired I didn't want me pedestal to be any higher The situation on all sides is equally dire Black or white, you're getting poorer by the day The sky's coming down just to lower your wage So now you could barely afford to pay What you owe to JP Morgan Chase Thank god for your f**ed up mortgage and Praise the lord for the white collar thieves Everybody's food for the Wall Street wolves And it's all you can eat, so bon appetit (Hook) Do you want war? Cause I'm bringing more of it bu*terflies come alive inside your stomach The Iceman from the far north cometh Fully automatic out the back door humming Open up shop, I unleash four hundred rounds Now I'm whetting my appetite Better dread the judge cause my gavel's like The hammer, when it strikes my cannon right On the bu*ton, like a moth to a flashing light Get zapped and carried off to the after life There's a spark inside and I have to fight When the match ignites I'm like the Anti-Christ They can't contain or match the pain I inflict, so what do you stand to gain? If it doesn't connect or you can't relate Then just stay on the sideline and fan the flames (Hook)