So there’s this thing…
It’s called the theory of planned behavior
You started to predict an individual’s intentions to engage in a behavior
At a specific time and place
I don’t know if you’ve been looking at your phones or looking at your screens, but, um…
Careful with your info
You dealing with the new mosquito
Through placebo, I clutch doom
Haile Selassie and Nina rolling on mushrooms
It’s quick with flu, I trend like Nipsey Blue
I smoke a blunt, in the hurricane, to get me through
Examine the fact, I took Thor’s hammer from Cap
No silicone in the cone, this is natural rap
Technology killer, I can see the sins of the center stage
Since automation started, when they freed the first slaves
My termination was birthed from the birth, from the first bet
K-k-kick an opp in his face with a steel-toed Timberland
Floating through a wormhole, backwards like what’s the symbol is
If this the end-game, directed by John Singleton
We been the best since the best was a fuckin’ concept
Will Smith was Aladdin and the last man alive, so fuck it, nigga – the last one’s left, what’s up
Everyone wants to feel in control!
In the same breath they wanna pay top dollar to be told
What they like, and what they don’t
So it seems to me, this confusion is a human error
We keep allowing this to grow, the machines are gonna win
I’m-I’m gonna be the first to say it
My niggas forever been poor, competitive for the bread
In the land where the only good President is a dead one
And the only real protection is a handgun
Liquor shots for the dead, homies on that red rum (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the rich get richer
And we get whatever the rich get sick of
And each year, we diggin’ a ditch, get bigger
You eat shit for dinner, your bitch get thicker
Wrote this in Hell, on the floor with a Crayon
‘Ghost in the Shell’, I’m perform in a séance
I broke the spell, the thoughts that they prey on
The fuckers can’t control a soul full of chaos
American gods, the devil is born
And Heaven is torn apart when I settle the score
Develop the form of man that never been more different
A metaphor for killin’ never-before witnessed (Uh, uh-huh)
Deleting every record, you know what I mean
Puttin’ mind on my money, downloadin’, flee the scene, clean (Uh)
Keep ’em busy with algorithms, making ’em dizzy (Uh)
Put them on game and watch how quickly the pricks will forgive me
They overdid it, with no permission, they startin’ drama
Like it’s the dimension where Biff married to Marty’s mama
No disrespect from they disconnection, they out of power
They’ll come back to me in their darkest hour
Everywhere I go, people that I know
Tell me how I glow, my soul is a light show
Since I was little, Ryan always said I was right though
Clean his gun watching WCW Nitro
The gangsta ain’t tested, so they figure they try more
Paint theyselves in the corner, then they wind up at my door
Like “What up, dawg?”
“How you feelin’, man? What you workin’ on?”
“The homies want the green light, they sayin’ ‘Turn it on,'”
A futurist got a sayin’, it’s odd –
“But in the land of technology, the hacker is God”
Where everybody charge or church up, get prepared
Hoping your social media bow your heads for prayer, yeah
Type or hype, got nihilists getting scared, yeah
Better life, you fightin’ but unaware, yeah
Whoever new revelation, which is really a revelation
To get the babies waking up off of the plantation
DAMN!
So there you have it
A few different perspectives to reinforce the notion that you are not going crazy
And you are not being paranoid
And everything that you’ve been worrying about are the exact things that need to be on your mind
The question is…
What do we do about it?
You know?
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