Echo Chamber

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    Fed up with the cynical, general being put up on the pedestal
    I'm betting you, for every spoon was customized by a room of white, fly dudes in nice tie suits
    Surprised when a guy like I loots
    Ay, word is bond, I must've come from Mars
    I must've crowd surfed outta my moms when I was born
    Yo, what up to the kids who made it to the front
    Been dying to get the fuck outta the van and jump, up

    I come with the funk and I got love
    No imitator
    Holy ceremony displayer
    Rhyme sprayer
    Can't define what I am, 'cause I'm many layers
    Recline in the cut as I light up the blunt and reminisce
    My position is pivotal
    Cats is pitiful, Industry is critical
    Business for the witches in triple digit rituals
    Riches and jewels rule in a pitiful existence though
    Liars lounging in a lion's den, playing pretend
    Don't ever need to even ever lean ya head to them
    And on the street, the heat paint men red, make men dead
    These demons leach and feast on them
    Unplanned jam cycles with trans-disciples
    Branded by man's recitals
    My man Dan's plan is vital
    And God damn, I'm damagin' the man's stamina
    Grip locked mic in the hand, magic for the fans and em'

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    Meanwhile in the skies
    They signal all the signs
    To hint the other side's about to sneak up from behind and surprise you
    They want your demise
    But you won't even let them scratch the motherfucking surface
    Idiocracy
    Fueled by preposterous imposters with blue check marks and all sorts of garbage streams
    Get logged in and lost in the screen
    Pretend that you're important, but you fabricate the whole thing

    Lots of hypocrisy from lots of the ones who tweet about what they deem wrong
    And who gets canceled
    Bird-brain wannabe can't handle the mirror
    Narcissistic dumb bitch would suck mad dick to be an influencer
    Don't you feel lost when Hip-Hop is so TikTok?
    Young boy gets gawked for the fake rocks in his wrist watch
    Basic bitch thinks she's hot, 'cause she's got ten thousand followers
    But she can't seem to find social skills in line at the store
    Some of y'all glorify not trying
    And some of y'all got too many triplets in ya hi-hats
    Some of y'all clout hoes need to diet

    I actually don't wanna tell no one how to live
    But it's fucked up
    Tryna co-exist in a world of gatekeepers that sniff their own shit

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