Sloth Lust and Greed (SG, DJ Mockstar, Headsnack) Yo - I'ma start it off in Spanish Como así, SG es me Lapiz muy caliente aquí You can see by the words in my audio braille Leavin' the trail Of a smell Like you cookin' up the yayo Hey - yo I stay away from jotos Toca la guitarra un poco Por que mi vida es muy loco I'm dope out of my ojos And see real clear Its 20/20 vision With 80 proof and 3 beers I speak the lingo, I'm sick and need chemo I wrote the raps fat like a Chipotle burrito Mockstar my homeboy keeps it one hundy You know I got your back if your hood gets muddy I backtrack step back and click-clack The sawed off picks wack and flips the wig back I eat snack packs watchin' porn on an IPad I don't brag I'm just known to kick ass - HA I take what I want I get what I need It's Mockstar I'm psycho, neurotic, psychotic To keep my brain straight, I need another narcotic To fill this hole in my heart, Yea you know how I do it Another pill, another drink, grab the mic and then spew it I'm droppin' horror music beats while you sit in your mansion Redrum I orchestrate this shit like Charles Manson Listen to the words that we spit, tellin' you the truth You're standin' in your pissy pants, shakin' in your boots I got demons in my head, yo, they be tellin' me things You better lock me in my room and take away my shoe strings I'm fallin' like the devil when god took his wings I got a lust for money, women, and material things These thoughts in my mind, yo, they be drivin' me insane A lobotomy, fuck it, I'll cut parts out my brain I'm from America, my sins are sloth, lust and greed I take what I want, I get what I need I take what I want I get what I need Right this very second, somebody's dyin' And I reckon a family's cryin' from senseless violence You can't deny it, man was born to riot On a diet of alcohol, testosterone and stress Aggression of the physical type We went from fisticuffs, to brass knucks, to buck bucks Now schmucks just take your life you're starrin' in a snuff film Just for fighting for your rights You're in the sniper's sights, then lights out Then open your eyes, you're paralyzed from the neck down Jakes check for the clown, But after the 41 shots, you think the block hears a sound? Fear me now, I'm ignorant with heat I'm quick to release in the streets over insignificant beefs Regenerated Heads rest in peace Cuz once you're deceased my insecurity feels relief It's all good for the police They just love increasin' peeps in the belly of the beast I cease and desist, why did Jam Master Jay get shot Murder my innocence It's like washing your hands after you piss You're touchin' the door and gettin' germs on your fist You think that shit makes sense? That's why I just take what I want, get what I need, instead!

Mayhem (DJ Mockstar, Mike Curtis) Mayhem Am I the cause or the solution Look inside begin a spiritual evolution Revolution, starts with the change of one mind The first mind I have to change is mine I gotta run up, get up, act up, what's up, fuck up Step up, change up my mind and gotta grow up My thoughts inside my head makes me wanna blow up Turn these new thoughts into actions and straight up show up I gotta run out, get out, act out, scream out, shout out Step out, out into the streets, not gonna bow out My whole life I didn't want this side of me to come out Actin' hard, pushin' back, always one to show out But there's mayhem on our streets, no voice for the voiceless Political babble on TV is fuckin' pointless March side by we gotta get shit goin' Change the direction that the mayhem is flowin' Fuck team Edward and fuck team Jacob This is bad luck gutter punk tryin' to make a come up We gotta get away from, this life of crime We worry too much about a dime They don't give a shit about sisters and brothers, And they take every cent from fathers and mothers Stack our paper up, 4 blocks tall No gap high score Tetris it all This dangerous way of livin' is gonna do us in To make it out the hood fuckin' counts as a win So say goodbye to the hookers and blow The skanks and snow, the powder and hoes And maybe one day we'll leave it all behind Until that happens I'm gonna try To man up get tough stay strong no wrongs Don't whine get mine keep calm and carry on Verse 3 back to me, make a decision Do I live the life I have or change the world that we live in I can do nothin', and just sit on my ass Or realize that we're all divided by class I know that I was born middle class and I'm white And I had some things easy goin' for me in life But what if I was born to some poor, black parents? Be discriminated against, cuz of my appearance. god forbid I was born in a middle east land If I'd been caught stealin' they'd take off my hand Or born in Africa in a drought ridden nation No water, no food, on the brink of starvation My race, my religion, my nation, my creed My intolerance, my negligence, my waste, and my greed All comes from the fact that I was born who I am So lets kill all the isms and end this fuckin' mayhem!

100 Dolla' Bill (DJ Mockstar) Fresh...not a wrinkle or crease Straight lines...crisp, clean Straight mint...y'all know what I mean? Gotta admit it though, I look good in green First stop is the bank right up the street Cuz money makes the man and the man is me Count me out a pile a 100’s now I can’t be beat I hit the pocket, don’t drop, it and my life’s complete Rollin deep…I’m invested So next up...get some fresh kicks Them ladies…they all want this I look damn good then it’s on to the next trick Another day... another forty nine cents Waited too long... gotta pay the rent My worth?…Not as much when I went To the shoe shop, cuz shit now I'm just spent To the gas station yo I gotta fill up the car 4 bucks a gallon, I can't get very far Not too long ago I was a super star Now I'm broken, I'm bent torn up and scarred What's that sound?...tummy's grumblin' Mega-lo-mart… get some grub and 2 for a dollar… I'm strugglin' My health and my hunger is what I'm jugglin' 2 for a buck …cost 2 cents Markup…4900 percent To do business… i need consent If it isn't legal i'll go to the government Congressman wants another campaign donation So we scratch each others backs in anticipation Of passing laws for no regulation Quid pro quo is what made this great nation Here I am… on the hill Reps pocket…can't get his fill Millions more…in his till Don't blame me I'm just a hundred dolla' bill

Board Room Assholes (Headsnack, DJ Mockstar) What is a board room asshole? One that makes decisions Affecting innocent citizen's Quality of livin' They're politi-tickin me off, Time for bitchin' I got no pot to piss in But who's listenin' They're busy in their wars for oil How come it's not their lineage dyin' in the termoil As long as loyal stock holders invest They stage panic, while the planet remains helpless It's selfishness, like sellin' a near extinct fish Cuz if the rich don't bitch, the poor get poached The man who chooses what you see on the news From a board room that promotes doom even if it's truthless As long as proof is in product consumption The masses remain clueless, and dependent on nothing False hope, the butt of a corporate joke Might as well be ropin' my own neck to choke Cuz it ain't about one man's wealth It ain't a mystery that history repeats itself What else? When you die, you can't take it with you So share that money, or get the slit that I shit through Asshole 12 men in a room, makin' your decisions Average age 63, they don't know how you livin' They got maids, butlers, whores, pool boys and live-ins While we workin' nine to five, barely scrapin' enough to live with In our pockets, tellin' us what we need They sell us bullshit products just to fuel their greed They got the MBAs and doctoral degrees I'm up to my ass in student loans and fees They ruin the gulf with their poison and sludge Put out an ad campaign, they say they're sorry and such We buy their lies, and forget our grudge They make another billion, now who gives a fuck! This shit ain't over, nah it's just beginnin' They feed the war machine, they bribe the politicians Control the flow, by sendin' troops on a mission Speculate a loss and they still makin' millions And when the people stand up and say "Wait a fuckin' minute" Why we still have poor while you bribin' the senate You say we lazy and slobs, if we raise our voice against it Assholes! Need to get with it! Assholes Out of sight, out of mind is their logic As long as their products dominate your pockets What if their factory produces toxins? They'll help elect a man that will protect their profits It's just a wack equation, how does corporate tax evasion Equal tax the laymen? To be complacent with the skirts you're chasin' The skys you're scrapin', The earth you're rapin' Barely human, cro-magnon, gag-ball product placement Masons building mega-lo-marts to start slave camps I mind you being successful, if at the expense of my health You're on a pedestal Careful, assholes, Hidin' in the shadows Smell like cigar tobacco, Runnin' mouths like deranged jackals My tattle-tale has been discontinued Sorry your favorite food's no longer on the menu Who's they guy that set up snipers on the grassy knoll Another board room asshole

American Twilight (DJ Mockstar, W-2, Seymour Justice) It's the twilight of the age of America In the mirror the eyes of the devil they starin' back at ya' Hungry children lyin' in your trash in the gutter And you wanna take the food out the mouths of the mothers You always bitchin' that your taxes are too high But that Bible that you preach don't say an eye for an eye It says "turn the other cheek, do to the least you do to me Give your shirt to a stranger and you give it to those in need" But you won't clothe the needy yea you're too filled with greed While the schools and roads they crumble, don't give a fuck about their needs All you have in your heart is your hate Hidden by the pious, bullshit words that you say Your god is money, but you say he's divine Respect for life? But you commitin' the crimes Class warfare? you brought this fight. Defend my rights it's American Twilight This is the twilight of the age of America I'll put this in layman's terms we can all understand About modern economics, AKA, slight of hand Prepare to get conned, if you ain't already been canned Since there's billions of us, supply trumps the demand It's like tryin' to sell countless grains of sands When you're desperate and starvin', abandoned and stranded That's not even yours cause you don't hardly own the land But a mile high mountain of debt in your name still stands And if cash is a stand in for the work that's been done And credit's a stand in when you don't have enough And a vast majority of people up under the sun Live in substandard conditions, short on funds While this unmanned machinery continues to run The tank is on "E" but it still plows through bums Red blood turns black ink, turns to zeros and ones It's nothin' plus nothin', til they conjure up sums The age of America was an age of hysteria A land supposedly free, adding more limits and barriers "Transparent limited government?" Always corrupted, expanding grey area Now we're in the decline as the skies rain barium But no one is fearin' it, Turnin' a blind eye to what is clear to us Like our enormous deficit bound to collapse and bury us Swing low, sweet chariot, I'll take my own weight and carry it As I write this narrative, I'll let you know that I'll fight to the end, period "Why so serious," they say, let me ask, "Why so delirious?" Aren't you curious? You think I just make this up just to shake things up? Liberty should be sacred to us, But everyone grows ashamed of true patriots We used to be proud to be free, man this shit is ate up So we hope and change what? For candidates to save us Votin' thieves into office just for them to betray us Presidential debates? HA! Just mere entertainment Now we've got two choices, enslavement or detainment

War! (DJ Mockstar, Bawarchi King) Its war, rich against poor Corporations stole the flag, now they wantin' some more It's war, rich against poor Money grabbin' back stabbin' can't take it no more. Monetary terrorism, fought by the banks Payin' off the politicians to join in the ranks You give thanks Everyday to the land of the free? Only the rich participate in the American Dream. Another call, another past due notice Got the game straight fixed in their favor... and they know this Got me drownin' in debt but I can't shake em off and Scratchin' my fingernails on the roof of the coffin They committin' fiscal murder with blood on their hands While their money's makin' money out in foreign lands Payin' off the government one bill at a time It's all goin' down right in front of your eyes Here in the USA we reduced to catch phrases Soundbites, headlines, spray tans on white faces Sayin he ain’t MY president” Let's face it Them old rich folks be some old rich racists Its war, rich against poor Corporations stole the flag, now they wantin' some more it's war, rich against poor Money grabbin' back stabbin' can't take it no more. Its war, and we're on the defensive Everybody apathetic, nobody getting pensive It's not a fair fight when the weapon's expensive Organize, rise up, launch a counteroffensive Your biggest fear is livin' in your ghettos and cities Not in a cave somewhere or some mid-east country Your biggest fear is in the workin’ middle class Monetary inequality they temper fast Corporate states of America crushin' our necks How the hell we gettin’ poor while they cashin the checks? They see a loop hole and jump right through it Why pay a tax on the millions when the poor gonna do it? Look around you man, y'all should be mad All the grandmas, the sisters, the moms and the dads Even the preachers and the poets should be gettin’ hostile All cuz of the chumps on both sides of the aisle Even the old folks who don’t care anymore Even the armed forces, even the fuckin' peace corps Even the youth who ain’t been mad before Get ready, watch yo back, cuz they bringing the War!

2012 (DJ Mockstar) Thunder claps the sky rips open The trumpet sounds as the first seal is opened It's 2012, the four horsemen comin' Elected officials turnin' their backs and start runnin' The First horse to ride will be pestilence disease Takin' out the poor, tired, sick and the weak Leavin' room for War to corrupt with ease All of those that are left fightin' off the disease Unleashed from heaven the third horse will be famine Drought takin' the crops, prices too high to manage Kill off the destitute first so they can't damage The wrath of the gods of good and evil's revenge And on a pale horse will ride the spirit of death Like a vulture, he will feed upon all that is left And for those who ask him for his mercy and rest His cold touch will take your spirit to valley of death The plague is spreadin' yo it can't be stopped And I'm preachin' the word in the these beats that I drop This kinda greed is takin' root in everything Grab a hold of corporations like a killing machine It's all for the profit, it's all for the dollar Catchin' people by the toe and don't care if they holler They got the working man straight up cashed the fuck out I'm lookin' at war seeing what it's about Take the globe cut it into pieces Pit a nation against another until the profit increases Make them all take sides, release the dogs of war If you rich you ain't fightin', since we've got the poor The wealthy don't enlist, they just footing the bills Think about how many ivy leaguers are Navy Seals? How many senator's sons are in the special forces? We ain't finished that's only two of four horses Too many mouths, not enough to eat You got kids starvin' to death out in the street Not in some third world nation on a TV show This shit's happenin' right here, downtown ya know? There's overpopulation and there's malnutrition We can't feed our people but yo, we got the ammunition To start another battle just for profit and greed Economy's a bust? It's a war that you need A planet with no future? Yea, that's us right there Only the stench of death and mistrust in the air Everything is done for the holy dollar sign While we marchin' off the cliff in a single file line How many millions did that CEO make today? How many people are diggin' their own graves today? Time has run out now, yo, it's sudden death We bled out everything we had, now there's nothing left.