Don't label me a Revolutionary

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just different

Don’t label me as a revolutionary; I don’t wanna be compared with these stage supermen with the souls of tooth fairies, see I carry a burden to walk it like I talk it and speak how I feel, so lets play lets make a deal, you give me your ear and ill expose frauds, lets start with the broads, purposely spit bangin on women in entertainment, the Kardashians, the Nicki’s, callin em unreal, yet their hair, nails and height altered by those heels are revealing the same, now I’m sittin here asking who really is fake, cause if they took off all that make up and weave off they might look just like drake, and this aint a shot at him, matter fact, ill even rhyme like him….I know way too many bros in the game right now who is hiding behind a mic, who the *** are y’all….frauds, don’t impress me with your fist pumps, your African swag or the fact you rock an African flag while you perform, impress my by going outside the norm by doing something instead of shoutin and marching, cause we done marched for over 50 years and it aint got us nothing but TV time, how many times you wanna make brutality aware before you start fighting the police yo damn self, how many times you gone make aware that we brainwashing our own kids before you start self educating them, how many times you gone blame whitey for infesting the hood with gun shops and liquor stores, hell, these hood clubs is flooded with whores, that don’t mean I gotta partake in sexual activity, yet you same revolutionary s talk down bout the liquor, then go buy the same liquor, all the while messing up young women heads and they grow up to obtain their lick-her(liquor) license…..no, I’m not a revolutionary, I’m a realist, and no you cant question this, cause I’ll expose myself, I’m 6’1, sometimes like to drink Henn, I got baptized but I’m still prone to sin, I like sex, I like guns, I got messed up knees so it hurts when I run, I curse when I’m mad, I lift weights on a regular and I’m bilingual, I can talk real man and real , two different languages composed from two different thinking patterns, see I’m not gone fake and front cause a mic’s in front of me, I expose me all the while I am exposing you, the false poet, the false speaker, Mr. and Mrs. Im a lion when I spit, but to be legit, your nothing more than a kit drinkin milk, to all my real spitters, disregard this message, this is not intended for you, I apologize for your ears having to sustain this lashing out at cum guzzlers who do nothing but spit blanks, and swallow their worthless pride to appease the masses, now I see why Noah didn’t let jack asses on his boat, cause it would’ve sank, even though it was God’s work, so maybe if you revolutionary s start to do some actual work, maybe the pay off will come, but until then, quit spittin unhealthy cum in the ears of the dumb, cause