NKNGS:
Every single word is authentic
Every single verse is the birth of a newfound regret
If I wasn't such a glutton for this punishment, I'd quit
If I wasn't such a masochist, I wouldn't rip my skin apart
The sin of art is slowly it replaces need for God
I've worshipped ever changing poets and masters in their regard at doing nothing
Nothing more than finding ways to vent and circumvent the system set before them
Price upon their head
The irony of me inspiring anything is baffling
I'm raffling off pieces of my soul to javelina
I can't wait to sire Olin through his life as scaffolding for him to build upon until he can stand freely, facing demons I inevitably will pass on
So better I sing a bad song than raise a bad son
I guess that's just the level that I am on
Deny it all you want, I bring the pious to the table on a serving platter
Payback for the crisis of their faith
Take what you need, leave anything you don't
Don't look at the team when you'd hang them from a rope for profit
Walk a thin line between a coward and a leftist
Screaming at a border wall until it leaves you breathless
Resent black masks for smashing windows to a Starbucks
But let the city clean the signs up off the ground from your march? Damn...
But still here I stand in solidarity with every word you say, raised hand in a fist, pissed
Never made a wish list
Still, I got a couple of demands of the system, since they wanna force me into it
Sort these indigents
Society ain't shit without the art from the penniless
Nevertheless, questioned every step of the way, save the day his life ends and they all gather to pray
They never wanna see us as an equal, till the day we walk away from dictators and refuse to dance and sing for you...

Sad Tony:
Fuck knocking on they mansions and asking, it's time to punch in the door
Spill gasoline on a pile of their stuff on the floor
They keep the gold for themselves, steady snuffing the poor
They dangle over your head all that you want to be yours, and you jumping up for it... cool
When you get tired, I'll be saving a bar stool for your stupid ass
Raising the bar
Stool samples on they limousines
Pissing pure Captain Morgan on the limo seats
Kill a cop and then lay low
Tell 'em 'Hasta Luego'
If we can't build together, I'll turn your block to a Lego
It's time to turn the script and flip the tables
Try to walk a mile in my shoes, I'm chopping your legs off
Yeah, they call me counterproductive, but I can't count a productive person in congress or senate
Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you
We bouncing and busting doors in and tying up politicians and being loud as FUCK, it's like we trying to draw attention to y'all
Apples to oranges, peaches to pears
It's one thing to be working, another thing to compare my broke, beautiful freedom with your prideful mathematics
I'm not laughing to the bank, I'm laughing at it
I've had it with the bourgeoisie and the court jockeys
Let me light my Molotov with the purple that I'm smoking
Suit purple, I'm the Joker
Baby girl, I don't suppose you'd flip that spike collar inside out and let daddy choke you...
I'm gone.