Murder of the MC ft. O. Smith Lyrics

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Yo its crazy how much time has passed but its really the same

Differences is hella miniscule they tricked us to see change

Controllers of the genre arent the ones creating art

The machines produce the next big thing, the masses play they part

Name an emcee who had broke the charts and said he would break free

I bet you that same emcees name is next to DOD

We create because we love it though we should caution the fame

Aint seen nothing good come of it when the people know your name

Heavy quotation on people had us gripped up from the start

We were easily distinguishable without needing a mark

They parade us as attractions now for all people to see

Similar to the display back when they sold us for a fee

But now they pocket profit off the work hand over fist

Sure we're paid out for the services but just imagine this

Use the blueprint that they've shown us build our own that we control

Not a project overnight but its past time to break the mold

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Genocide of the culture vultures from the old world

poisoned our minds their wicked ways and went to war

silent and deadly seemed friendly but ready to kill

anything and any human being deemed lessor than filth

Left for dead in the trenches I crawled through the mud

Over bodies some rotting no calming effect, was

Mind over matter clothes tattered bodies turned cold

Warmth of my breath kept my mind from growing old

lowest on the totem 1960 got the right to vote

Then they scooped us up colonized us even more

Residential schools no culture allowed

No more long hair, speech yo you gotta look white now

Babies buried in the back the church hid, people laugh

Murdered, missing indigenous women tossed in the trash, facts

Highway of tears is real yet you turn a blind eye

Cries to the mother above as she takes one last breath, then sighs

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's

Pulling the cord calling the lord

Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more