Oil on the Shore

They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
I use kicks on the street like its four on the floor
They ask this:
“What’s the matter?
You don’t rhyme anymore?
I’d rather play guitar, young lord
I had time on my hands
Like I don’t rhyme on account of some floss
Are you kidding?
I’ve been here before
I wrote words and chords for them, him, hers and yours
Went to Jerz
Split the money into thirds and fourths
You know the message
I’m too grown to brag on tracks
But, I’m home
How y’all let this happen to rap?
Please, Louise
For the seeds, at least
You saw the mob that assembled in Greece
The times are barred, part’
And, God’s got His ear to the streets
I don’t eat from swine
I don’t sleep, I grind
I read the last page first
I don’t speak, I sign
This is sun music
That’s how I keep my shine
Until my sons do it
And, they will keep what’s mine
I let the math prove it
I improved on the sonnet
This ain’t “Water. Light. Sound.”
This is war right now
This is war right nowThey say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including thisBest resist
The oligarchy of the globalists
The murderous eugenicists
That Babylon that still persists
To this very day
Let us finally slay the Dragon
Sick of slaving while that Beast is busy bragging
Something’s been nagging
Yet, I’ve been quiet
Now, it’s time to cause a riot
Lyrically, on auto-pilot
Annihilating persecution
With rebel music for the heart that seeks to spark the revolution
Never losing
Sight of freedom as the full conclusion
I lift the veil of strong delusion
Wide awake, and never snoozing
Stomping out the author of confusion
Verbally abusing him
And, always proving him to be a liar
Lyrically, I cleanse by fire
I target those who would conspire
With words that torture
Like a blow-torch and a pair of pliers
Entirely committed
I paint a portrait, vivid, every time I spit it

 

They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this

They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this

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