The Doomsday Machine - Exposition

Yeah man

It’s Expo

AKA Doctor Strange Love

On how I learned

To stop worrying

And love the bomb

Back for the first time

With my comrades the D-Boyz

Lethal D’s on the boards

DJ Mutt’s on the wheels

You — already know!

Yo

I’m not a rapper

I’m a poet

With a speech impediment

Who speaks so eloquent

To reach the tenement

Yeah

To find the people

To defeat irrelevant

You blind rookies fronting

Like you seeing a veteran

Two fists of fury

And the rage

In my father’s eyes

You dream of whipping me

You better wake up

And apologize

Over the top

(?) I mean justice

Or your head will get chopped

Because you seem suspect

Yeah

Sit back and receive a handshake

Symmetrical like the scene

Of a city landscape

Like a brownstone

On the back streets

Of the black street

Where they talk jive

And the lies

And the facts meet

Better believe

Tides turn

The winds changing

Exposition throw a

Wrench in the arrangement

MCs are soft

Because their plans got ruined

But ask me if I care

Man they ain’t gonna do shit

And yo

The Boston police

Can suck my dick

Cause they choked me out

When I didn’t do shit

The Pittsburgh PD

Can suck my dick

They fucked up my man Croft

And he didn’t do shit

The NYPD can suck my dick

They murdered Amadou Diallo

And he didn’t do shit

And all y’all police

Can suck my dick

Cause the last thing I’ve got

Is love for a pig

You got to ask yourself

Why cops even exist

It’s so poor people

Don’t fuck with rich people’s shit

Don’t believe me?

Fine I got a little experiment

Go to the ghetto

And then ask 50 residents

What their true feelings

Are on them pigs

They’ll say them bastards

Ain’t serving or protecting shit

Go to the rich neighborhood

And ask 50 residents

I guarantee you 45

Will say they’re heaven sent

They keep us safe

And when we call they come

Beating up the bums

And keeping them in the slums

Away from our assets

Away from our daughters

Humans never care

When the animal’s getting slaughtered

I know a couple cops

I don’t think they’re bad people

I think the institution

Of policing is evil

Absolute power

Will corrupt absolutely

I’m just reaching for my wallet sir

Don’t shoot me

Yeah

It’s Marxmanship music

For the year 2000 and forever

Shout to all my comrades

The D-boyz

J the S

Prone To

Audible Mainframe

Big Specs

My man Mark

The man behind the man

You know what I’m saying?

We ain’t fucking

With none of you

Candy ass rappers

It’s over