"The Nomad" lyrics
(Ayo Poetics, bring the drums in)
Who got next, who got now? (Gimme that)
Long overdue for crew to snatch crown
How many W's has dude done passed down?
Heard a mile in his shoes could cruise through scorched ground
The nomad
Only an idea to some
A construct of whatever box they pull from (Yeah)
Small minds try to crucify my shine
But I'll rise quite fine when the third day come
Godly in a world of hobbyists and mediocrity
Population corn-fed, online chronically
Minds closed, eyes glazed, servin' up lobotomies
I can see the angle, never studied trigonometry
Newsflash, whole world been duped and hoodwinked
Said the water's fine the second they let the ship sink
Don't blink, might just miss the sleight of hand (Yeah)
Death's kiss grippin' ahold of our last chance
Last man standin', thoughts for the famished
NPCs took control of the campus
Diverge from the herd, wolves deal damage
Narrative controlled by the makers of the madness
Peace don't sell; love a rock in a storefront
Paint it all hate if the facts shake the world up
Decrease the friction between fact and fiction
'Til most can't decide on the goddamn difference
Hypocrisies so heavy that the now and then debate themselves
Pardon me for pinchin' parodies when jokes have wrote themselves
We dippin' toes to neo-soul? Should bury fists in neocons
We need people speakin' up, and that's the type of tip we on?
Privilege got y'all livin' really different than the common soul
Heard they pass you riches if agreed, you'll ditch a moral code
Honestly, I'm not the least surprised that I ain't stackin' gold
Last I checked, it's worth a fair bit more to not have turned as cold
Jig is up, tradin' in my piety for fisticuffs
Wolves been pullin' wool, so let's unravel what they've made of us
Arrogant and traitorous, tell me who they cater to?
I've been lookin' 'round, I'm fairly certain it ain't me and you
I smell foreign interests in the propaganda on the news
I have heard the silencing, how is it not loud to you?
Ringin' in my ears until I must investigate the truth
Now I've been down some rabbit holes, Alice finally found a clue
They're processing their guilt in the way that...
Their grief
Their, their grief, err, their grief, thank you
And their, their mourning
In a way that they know how
Exactly
And it's gonna come out in a thousand different ways
Peace don't sell; love a rock in a storefront
Paint it all hate if the facts shake the world up
Decrease the friction between fact and fiction
'Til most can't decide on the goddamn difference
Now in the quagmire with the Cheshire Cat
What's amiss when the Hatter's less mad than the map?
When the contours were laid by prestige, they can bail
'Cause control of the tracks means a choke on the trail
I refuse to assist, I won't drown in the lie
Lobbyists, liars, and blackmail, oh my!
But we just gettin' started, stay up and stay tuned
I feel a shift comin', rise up and start new
Who got next, who got now? (Gimme that)
Long overdue for crew to snatch crown
How many W's has dude done passed down?
Heard a mile in his shoes could cruise through scorched ground
The nomad
Only an idea to some
A construct of whatever box they pull from (Yeah)
Small minds try to crucify my shine
But I'll rise quite fine when the third day come
Godly in a world of hobbyists and mediocrity
Population corn-fed, online chronically
Minds closed, eyes glazed, servin' up lobotomies
I can see the angle, never studied trigonometry
Newsflash, whole world been duped and hoodwinked
Said the water's fine the second they let the ship sink
Don't blink, might just miss the sleight of hand (Yeah)
Death's kiss grippin' ahold of our last chance
Last man standin', thoughts for the famished
NPCs took control of the campus
Diverge from the herd, wolves deal damage
Narrative controlled by the makers of the madness
Peace don't sell; love a rock in a storefront
Paint it all hate if the facts shake the world up
Decrease the friction between fact and fiction
'Til most can't decide on the goddamn difference
Hypocrisies so heavy that the now and then debate themselves
Pardon me for pinchin' parodies when jokes have wrote themselves
We dippin' toes to neo-soul? Should bury fists in neocons
We need people speakin' up, and that's the type of tip we on?
Privilege got y'all livin' really different than the common soul
Heard they pass you riches if agreed, you'll ditch a moral code
Honestly, I'm not the least surprised that I ain't stackin' gold
Last I checked, it's worth a fair bit more to not have turned as cold
Jig is up, tradin' in my piety for fisticuffs
Wolves been pullin' wool, so let's unravel what they've made of us
Arrogant and traitorous, tell me who they cater to?
I've been lookin' 'round, I'm fairly certain it ain't me and you
I smell foreign interests in the propaganda on the news
I have heard the silencing, how is it not loud to you?
Ringin' in my ears until I must investigate the truth
Now I've been down some rabbit holes, Alice finally found a clue
They're processing their guilt in the way that...
Their grief
Their, their grief, err, their grief, thank you
And their, their mourning
In a way that they know how
Exactly
And it's gonna come out in a thousand different ways
Peace don't sell; love a rock in a storefront
Paint it all hate if the facts shake the world up
Decrease the friction between fact and fiction
'Til most can't decide on the goddamn difference
Now in the quagmire with the Cheshire Cat
What's amiss when the Hatter's less mad than the map?
When the contours were laid by prestige, they can bail
'Cause control of the tracks means a choke on the trail
I refuse to assist, I won't drown in the lie
Lobbyists, liars, and blackmail, oh my!
But we just gettin' started, stay up and stay tuned
I feel a shift comin', rise up and start new
