Conscious Rapper - Rucka Rucka Ali

When I started making joke records back in '06

I never thought I’d ever be one of the last lyricists

Categorized with the guys of a genre I don’t get

'Cause I rap in English and convey concepts

All these mumble rappers indicate our culture is a void

But the nihilism came from the era just before them

Conscious rappers real woke with a played-out message

Just the stalest of the crumbs dropped down by their professors

You’re a house boy doing what you’re told, you ain’t a rebel

Just a well behaved slave, Stockholm sentimental

Talking 'bout you miss your childhood and place you grew up

I don’t

I couldn’t wait to grow up and get out of the cult

You say you’re sick of the corruption

Giving your support to whatever thief is promising to break you off a cut of

the pie that he stole from the innocent and virtuous

Virtuous productive men of genius get fucked

And devoured by the cannibals, hated for their good

Ripped apart and resented

We’re rational animals at war with reality, shutting off our faculties

Organized into mobs

Individuality traded for the pressure group, I find it funny

All these real woke folks saying «Follow the Money»

You’re a Marxist Mark, all you see is transactions

Economic groups, intersectional factions

You chose this

Traded gold for government fiat

Fuck following the money, bitch follow the ideas

Anti-capitalist sentiments is hatred of the selfish

Which is hatred of the independent thought

Which is itself a rejection of reason, which is hatred of existence

And these neurotic cowards run the ivory tower

Young minds being poisoned by lifeless professors

Persecuted Jewish bankers that have joined their oppressors

Demonizing financiers that keep us all alive

Hatred of finance and usury is hatred of the mind

Long-term plans, concepts of reality

We nail 'em to a cross so we could regulate the industry

And have a lobby system marry government to business

You wonder why businessmen profit off of prisons

Without reason there’s just feelings and the group

So you crowd around a demagogue to rally up the troops

And he tells you you’re a victim and you feel that it’s the truth

And you wanna ask a question but you’re feeling too confused

To know what actually is missing from the picture

You strengthen your conviction that someone at the top’s oppressing you

But the ones who really robbed you are college intellectuals

Who turned you to a vegetable at war with the conceptual

It’s all psychological extortion

Ever since Kant equated observation with distortion

Ever since Hume cut identity from objects

Now you can’t project any cause and effect

You’re following the same route as the other clones

Marching forward through history, forgotten and alone

Ignoring oceans of blood, mountains of bones

Altruism speaks, who are you to know?

So you do the one selfish thing you still conceive to do

You cut a rap record 'bout what you believe

And you pretend it’s for the cause, for the ones that need your help

But if they deserve your wealth why can’t you live for yourself?

Blank out, you feel guilty putting money in the bank

But your record sales are killing it, suburban kids are feeling this

Popping their prescriptions, swallowing your rhetoric

Big pharma got shit on what you’re selling kids

Blue pill placebo, stupid and cheap stuff

That works with the mindset they learned up in school

Discombobulated thoughts, narratives and polemics

Over tunes that appeal to both emos and cool kids

You’re a boot-licking Dark Age apologist

Get the hell off the stage, boy read The Fountainhead

Let the art be your guide to a Renaissance

Integrate your own mind with the sciences

Or go ahead and talk shit, leave your little comment

'Cause you making fun of Ayn’s like a cockroach laughing at a giant

And on the people rituate

Manipulated by the Comprachicos of the mind

That divided into camps with superficial differences

Fighting for the life of a fetus only till it individuates

Or for the rights of a man till it clashes with the will or the visions of a

leader

The collective wants to situate, your only barbiturate

Is watching a debate between snakes in a race

Who the fastest could capitulate, these are not smart people

You think they’re privy to info but they all need you to feed them

You you’re the one filling up these empty vessels

Conservatives argue with liberals argue with socialists argue with communists

Never getting down to the principles under the politics

Never the fundamentals under the postulates

Paternal cousins posing as opposites

United they stand, together we fall

The bed has been made, we’re all fascist now

You wanted a purpose, an escape from neurosis

Surrender your thoughts, you’ll be told that you’re chosen

United they stand, together we fall

The road has been paved, we’re all fascist now

Under God, here comes the new Dark Age

Might as well be passed out and dazed when it comes