R/makinghiphop Cypher Vol. 15 2021 ENTRY
(Verse)

I couldn't make a change
Unless quarters were in my pay
All just rolled up and sent my way

Even then, shit'll stay the same
'Less I make our days way more lame

Hell when I make all my waves
It's only beaches and rap games
All the songs ain't making way

For people to recreate old states
Whether it's gas or one to dictate

The wills of the pawns stuck in place
I guess God gave us checkmatе

Cuz when we make our movеs
It's only dancing to hate's tunes
Or we're stuck in place, imbued
By those so cold and resolute
Ice warms them up just to produce
Angst and maiming as their jewels

Get hot-headed, start a feud
Hell, we're just monkeys in some suits
And we're all Trained to say fuck you

At the pettiest of fools
You can get joy to persecute
No killing demons within you

If they say you can be the change
Respond not with means to peace make
'Less it's Deagles and AKs

And repping like we're pumping weights

Cuz we'll need strongarms today
The revolution we raise
Will be televised, erase
Anyone ill-advised, castrate

Those too nutty, think straight
And understand that we wade
In the blood of those making change
To stay alive, remain
More or less the same
And hence stay sane

Let the world change
And hunker down as it rotates
So you never lose your way