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Adhocratic
Adhocratic, the old system's worthless Everything that I spit has got a purpose Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship Like… Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Beware of the relentless, it's senseless Your whole steez: defenseless, you don't even get this And I ain't here to learn ya, earn ya merits elsewhere Don't strain your brain in vain, the game's about as fair as healthcare Prosumer tools leveled ancient playing field But commerce kept it's court as king, now minors makin' major deals Now ya know how a pager feels You're outdated, outmoded, demoted, I wrote it to show the claim is real Prototypical pivotal cognetariat With enough facts to grasp my caste 'n be aware of it 'N that ain't arrogance, it's proof of evolution Guess the truth got convoluted, questioned, spoofed and executed
Adhocratic, the old model's worthless Everything that I spit has got a purpose Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship Like… Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Practitioners of post-hip-hop No shit, pops! We don't get got, flows spit hot 'N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The whole Go's gridlocked, you don't know squidat! You still stuck in the second wave, you retrograde Got your sights set on yesterday, forever late Soul searchin' for dead gods to venerate Runnin' circles while I put em 'round the letter A 'N this is Aura dunny, not just a portion of me This isn't for the money, it keeps my organs pumping So you can take your half, man, you sure is funny You make me laugh, but you'll never make a fortune from me You lost your case in abstractions, distractions Fractured the fanbase into feudal camps 'n factions Fashion vs. pirate; a tyrant tryin' to domineer 'N fear's got many facets, but it's clear that change is nonlinear The problem is you can't adapt, you'll never get the planet back Order bows to Eris, embarrassed that she had to ask “N bureaucrats begin to beg to break em out they're birdcage But they can sing their swan song long into the third wave
Adhocratic, the old style is worthless Everything that I spit has got a purpose Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase Now I'mma son all the gods that you worship Like…
(Adhocratic, your whole steez is static)
Practitioners of post-hip-hop No shit, pops! We don't get got, flows spit hot 'N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot Lab-to-the-O-di-dot!
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