JUNK ft. Eb Lyrics

Lately I been perturbed with shaky nerves

Confused, my heads gone

Aye something's up!

I think the music hitting my chest wrong

I coughed, a bitter spitter with phlegm in my shit

I thought we did this for the people

You doing this for the clicks?

I thought rap was king, Black American Dream

But lot of you motherfuckers don't deserve sixteens

But, aye, congrats you high fashion

And did it with half passion

Turned our block parties to ceremonies without masters

You gave your masters to massa

He packaged and churned product

The fruits of our labor it was labeled as good cotton

They turned our prophets to turn profits

And left us with turned pockets

The crop is burned rotting

A seat at the turntable

With Devil tounge burning mic cables

The spirit of hip hop turned to an urban fable

They snatched the sound and fed it to bloodhounds

Now I'm seeing why the railroad had to go underground

I mean, shit

My nigga what the fuck we speaking on?

Runaway slaves was lost where all my leaders gone?

Chopped tounges took it to drums that we was beating on

So if it ain't moving the people then why the speaker on huh?

Food for thought bitch you are what you what you eat

And that carryout crack your jaw rot your teeth

But that good shit that feed the soul will cut through

And everything else is junk food

Aw Jesus!

This is what they feeding to these fetuses?

Rappers nowadays is diabetes and we eat this shit

Hip hop is essential

We consume it 'cause we need the shit

But don't be greedy, kid

Make sure you reading the ingredients

'Cause these niggas fiending for food

Don't matter what it could do

They always need it Hot n Ready

It don't matter from who

I'm like chill fam

Better watch your calories fool

The game is saturated

Heart disease is waiting for you

It's always lemme get a number five

Large coke large fry

Everybody eatin' good but we choose the wrong kind

Momma always told me that I better eat right

But in a food desert it's nothing organic in sight!

So Eb planting seeds to cure the greed

They tryna give 'em what they want

But who gon' give em what they need

When the populace malnourished

These expired rappers flourish

And all this fucking junk food

Has got my stomach hurting I'm sick

Fuck

My nigga what the fuck we speaking on?

Runaway slaves was lost where all my leaders gone?

Chopped tounges took it to drums that we was beating on

So if it ain't moving the people then why the speaker on huh?

Food for thought bitch you are what you what you eat

And that carryout crack your jaw rot your teeth

But that good shit that feed the soul will cut through

And everything else is junk food

Aw mass propaganda propagate misinformation

It was tasted off the label the nation was salivating, E

This hip hop could be a laser to break the indoctrination

This other shit fucking up somebody baby's education, Shad

It's processed with no thought process

Just content without a conscience

The soul the spirit the heart getting swallowed up by the nonsense, E

This ain't a calling for conscious to conjure Kweli or Common

Just something hardy, they starving

It's like all we got is ramen, Shad

We been digging deep in that pantry for them sounds that we love

I swear this shit ain't been the same since they got Young Thug

They giving us junk for the buds

We need something to feel

And it don't matter how it comes

Shit, as long as it's real, I'm saying

The flesh is not forever nigga, ash to ash

Commit the body to the earth but the spirit's intact

The underground never dies, story passed from the roots

Of how we took a couple scraps and we made soul food

Hip-Hop

This is an official statement from DON'T MISS on behalf of the Weird Kid Collective:

Free Palestine and Free Young Thug