Correction Lyrics Raising the Bar 14 by Illmac

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The plug pull up in a monster truck
The pack louder than a roller derby, the links dripping like a aqueduct
Aquaman eating octopus
Jesus at the Last Supper breaking bread with my apostles and they common crooks
My limit’s sky blue
Pull up to Five Guys in a G5, turn a drive-through to a fly-through
I light the room up, treat failure like a minor blooper
Roadblocks turn stepping stones that I maneuver
Meditating like the Buddha
I find balance sharing past struggles tryna manifest a brighter future
What you need, I know somebody, I could get it brokered
I could get it for thе ticket ‘til I hit my quota
Kick it wit’ hippie smokers and growеrs and ditch the rollers
Shipping doja from Minnesota to Sinaloa
Tree by the carload, meetings with Prop Joe
Used to daydream I was a kingpin like Marlo
Bring in the cargo, feds need an embargo, ooh
Beefing with narcos like Félix Gallardo
This big business, it’s like poker wit’ a twist
One percent, gets to gamble without holding any chips
Too-big-to-fail’s winning without owning any risk
Capitalism for the poor and socialism for the rich
f**k it get money, this sh*t is rotten to the core
Recognize how they treat us like pawns on a board
A king like John in the North yeah, y’all’ve been warned
Winter’s coming and this the calm before we’re caught in the storm
I feel like Baby Yoda, tryna harness the Force
Feel like peasants eating the rich for starving the poor
Cops a barbarous horde of Mongols plotting a course then following Genghis Khan on a horse
I feel like the Last Samurai drawing his sword
Or the look on a atheist’s face watching gods marching to war
The beginning of a era simulation short-circuited
Every verse a missile, launched into the firmament
Street journalist report on current events
Those preaching peace dodging murder attempts
That’s why I only trust people far as I could throw ‘em for a loop
Take a L, circle back, just to show ‘em it’s a fluke
Fly sh*t eyes squint chain golden as the goose
Pigs been dirty now the chickens coming home to roost
‘Nother mother’s loss at the hands of police when they shoot
‘Nother son scream for momma while he choking on his puke
Streets speaking for themselves, celebs posted on the stoop
Scrolling through the timeline, sponges soaking in the truth
‘Nother Black life gone, they shot her down this week
That’s enough bad apples, I’m wit’ chopping down the tree
They talking riots and the looting like ‘that’s not a route to peace’
Same people got mad wit’ Kap dropping down the knee
While the privileged still debating if it’s harder when you Black
Ya’ actions echo in eternity, it’s karma you attract
Easy to see footage of a looted Target and react
When you not forced to live a life, wit’ a target on ya’ back
Gotta stay ready when they plan to take ours
Keep planting gray flowers under acid rain showers
You gotta protect ya’ own when they plan to take ours
Planting gray flowers under acid rain showers, Ill

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