Murder of the MC (feat. O.Smith)

Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Yo its crazy how much time has passed but its really the same Differences is hella miniscule they tricked us to see change Controllers of the genre arent the ones creating art The machines produce the next big thing, the masses play they part Name an emcee who had broke the charts and said he would break free I bet you that same emcees name is next to DOD We create because we love it though we should caution the fame Aint seen nothing good come of it when the people know your name Heavy quotation on people had us gripped up from the start We were easily distinguishable without needing a mark They parade us as attractions now for all people to see Similar to the display back when they sold us for a fee But now they pocket profit off the work hand over fist Sure we're paid out for the services but just imagine this Use the blueprint that they've shown us build our own that we control Not a project overnight but its past time to break the mold Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Genocide of the culture vultures from the old world poisoned our minds their wicked ways and went to war silent and deadly seemed friendly but ready to kill anything and any human being deemed lessor than filth Left for dead in the trenches I crawled through the mud Over bodies some rotting no calming effect, was Mind over matter clothes tattered bodies turned cold Warmth of my breath kept my mind from growing old lowest on the totem 1960 got the right to vote Then they scooped us up colonized us even more Residential schools no culture allowed No more long hair, speech yo you gotta look white now Babies buried in the back the church hid, people laugh Murdered, missing indigenous women tossed in the trash, facts Highway of tears is real yet you turn a blind eye Cries to the mother above as she takes one last breath, then sighs Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Murdering emcee's people murdering emcee's Pulling the cord calling the lord Like it's 1956 I thought this shit happened no more