Текст: Mars Ill. Backbreakanomics. Piecemeal.
(Verse #1)
I?m the explicit version without the illicit cursing/
I sit atop these radio-friendly missing persons/
A diversion from the 9-to-5 grind that you?ve been working/
An answered prayer, we strike the match that keeps desire burning/
This perverted graduating class is looking for the backdoor/
It goes disco, ska, neo-soul and rapcore/
Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents/
There?s only so long you?ll piggyback on our accomplishments/
You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense/
Guilt trip, that?s all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits/
The vaulted lips can fall off with the crabs in a bucket/
In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets/
But I can?t believe the hype. See it?s not the way that I?m programmed/
I read between the lines and fingertips when you fold hands/
In five years, they?ll know what I know and you?ll have no fans/
And I?ll still be making classic records as an old man?
(Hook)
If you know the words, you can sing these songs/
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palm/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
(Verse #2)
There?s a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling folly/
Parlor-tricking hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets/
Economics downtrodden. The stock market is struggling/
And all the sorrow?s packaged up and Fed-Exed to the government/
Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in/
But knowing?s more than seeing now we?re choking on the freedom/
That we?re breathing, and we all take a beating/
When we treat God like a distant cousin ?cause we?re so ashamed/
And faith is more than Sunday School and sermons on the weekend/
Speaking loud and pointing fingers and deciding who?s to blame/
Blatant accusations knock fam out the frame/
I write the way I write because there?s power in the name/
And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper-sticker tag line/
It cheapens what He did and who He is to all his people/
We?re on different pages of the same book. Believe me, that?s fine/
Just don?t get offended when Dust drops the needle?
(Hook)
(Verse #3)
Too hot for TV, radio, magazines and movies/
Put in work off the clock while the sign reads ?Off-Duty?/
Sign verses, ?Yours Truly,? pollute the stream of consciousness/
I?m calling public libraries and begging ?em for sponsorship/
I?m the type of guy that?s real easy to get honest with/
Never mind the fact that in rap I?m like a monolith/
The archetype pondering breaking the bonds that hold us/
In a monstrous move that?s reminiscent of the Kold Krush/
Mold my will ?til it resembles divine covenents/
Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering/
Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter/
Over every inch of global territory much faster/
Cast lots for a chance to advance my point of view/
In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you/
If all hearts could do their part beyond what we feel/
We?d make it in one shot. But for now, we?ll do it piecmeal?
(Hook)
Backbreakanomics
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