This one going out to all the Dick Cheneys, dictators, hick traitors
And all the Mitches and Abbotts promoting dictator tactics
Southern fascists tripping like Castro
Fucking you Texas assholes and Astros with Dallas tassels
Your hands roped behind your back, think you're calling that shit a hogtie
The only hogs I've been eyeing denying Black lives for long time
And time is a fucking lion, and pride is a virtue
I am the future, dying to hurt you, let you die in the dirt, you
I am the perch, I am the bird-view, I am eyeing the purview
I'm finding something around here stinks, I'm thinking I am the perfume
The pioneer of privateering, tearing up at the thought
And here I thought you motherfuckers were the type to get bought
Buy you a drink and bend your ear and bring a tear to your eye
The fear we wrought in motherfuckers ought to be taught with a tie
In a lecture hall, I picture all these students slouched in their seats
As fascist cowboys and their Proud Boys figure out what they teach
As boomer cowards spin their cobwebs everywhere that they reach
And they cover up your fucking mouth while shouting Freedom of Speech
Read it and weep, or don't read or utter a peep
As I butter up your fucking buns and have some fun with the beat
Beat, Beat Beat, be from Company B
With the Pistol Grip Pump bumping in the front of the Jeep
Bitch Please, with a capital B, capital I, capital G, rap it will be
And it's wrapped into my fabric like my backwards ball cap
And the palm of my hand slapping on my sack and my D
I need a motherfucking Amber Alert
Because I just lost my fucking mind and I'm mishandling her
In the same Johnny Depp mishandled Amber Heard
And the savage tactics of amateurs managed to track every fragment or camera turn
I'm turning a new leaf, the old bridges that been burned I'm returning in one piece
I determined the old me ain't built to withstand time
So I'm filtering out bullshit and spilling out damn rhymes
That's the portrait of new America
A dash of torture, extortion, but don't embarrass us
That's the portrait of new America
Fortunate few inherit the fortunes of jewels and carats
Rebel Rouser, I wet your trousers and blouses
I bet the house and put thousands of dollars down against you doubters
Did I mention how I've been benched and how I'm ascending now
This pen has got a penchant for vengeance and I'm repenting now
Oh, Lord, can you please save me?
More so, can you please pay me?
Been awfully lean lately, these morsels I'm intaking are awful, these plates hate me
A cross between Boston baked beans, offal, and grey gravy
I'm off of the chains, rabies, I'm fighting and biting babies
I'm rhyming viking with Vicodin, likened to Slim Shady
I've been training, amassing this massive confidence
Second calling of Hall & Nash, hauling ass across the continent
So what you do to me, duder, that ain't been done?
I can think of but maybe one, with a maid and an apron
Never play with the paper, none of this shit on a paper trail
I'm just pounding the pave for days and all night like I'm Dave Attell
Pray tell, Hell's bells, I'm the bat in the fucking belfry
I'm wracked with the black thoughts like I travelled to Illadelph
Even after these bastards killing another defenseless Black man
They moving the goalposts back, and we living with ghosts like Pac-Man
As we herald a new day, of these terrible true perils in terrorist toupee
All the Oompa Loompas in Group A
Oops, the Oompa Loompa and all his putas went poof, yay
Insurrection mention is somehow biased
Yet somehow a riot that killed a cop is Repub-compliant?
Bunch of liars crying about Brandon, Jews, and they back the blue
While backed into a corner, like Zack would do with the facts to prove
Another mention of de la Rocha
He wrote the book about the vultures, I quote him over and over
I grew up under his shadow, in brutal thunderous battle
The Buddhist in me was soothed, but the Judas in me was rattled
To my core, and the poor adore, keep fiending for fucking more
We've seen every scene before, with John Cena and Eva Longor
And even when greed is absorbed so deeply, and we can deport these people this easily
We report that we're feeding the poor?
That's the portrait of new America
Fortunate few inherit the fortunes of jewels and carats
The one thing we got in common, the carrot they like to dangle
And it hangs a little bit lower when those below it are Anglo