SUBURBANTS - Pirate Radio lyrics

The key a critical thinker, I'm not fooled by this illusion The information they feed us keeps the people galoot My aim and my purpose is much more valuable than wealth Never will I take what I'm given, I read & search for myself It's the philosophy a true MC the art you see That stands me apart from the repetitive nonsense on repeat I'm not a Barbie I'm sorry, I'm too intelligent for conformity Mentally advanced so why follow the majority Creatively sick with the flows, verbal wordplay Mastering the art of MCing without the cursing Food for thought I take my time with every single rhyme Words are powerful, I'm careful what I place in the minds Of the people, the children, the reason um spitting I'm given them j**els for life if they'd take time to listen Instead of hating on what I got, I'll show you how to get it But too focused on the money to see the bigger picture Much blood sweat and tears been in this game for years Offered gold, fame, deals but I choose to stay real They say I'm co*ky nah I know that I'm ill My verbal bullets penetrate minds like drills No one can compete with the mental or the lyrically spiritual sk**s With the armor of God, S on my chest, woman of steel SUBURBANTS, Lost Hill Music, Akila da Hun I'm out, next up is DJ Tom