All the Traps (feat. Mimi Knowles, Chance Clift & Jordan Q)

Check it, to begin is to end Forget A-mens mend fences adjacent Many friends complaining Angry cuz the bills are overdue by two payments Past due is paid in full but the receipt ain't came yet No wonder, you're hopping mad with the Trix Silly Rabbits This isn't for kids See the sticker Explicit shit in this bitch The clock's ticking Ad hoc bombs outta moms kitchen Too proud, too American, too loud Too Western for the terrorists before we set boots down Do you, believe when we leave they'll think "Hey, USA, we think you cool now!" I'm with you I'm glad we threw down but we're through now How bout we focus on the troops now Focus on some real change, and a few towns Unless we move now our fates will rest in a few clowns I fear the pitfalls All the traps I've set for me And I know if I don't fall We'll have another tragedy Once upon a time you were authentic Back then you were content with The fact that your ideas wouldn't always be accepted You were a little rough around the edges But you said what you meant And cuz of that you were respected By a small but loyal following But not so royal hollow kings Don't make it to their throne by fans alone You had to borrow things So you solicited donations for your campaign Now you owe some company a favor what a damn shame You paid for votes to win a contest, that's respectable Softened your positions just to make you more electable They watered you down to reach a broader demographic hey but I'm not talking politics That's all about the rap game I fear the pitfalls All the traps I've set for me And I know if I don't fall We'll have another tragedy Ch-ch-chance wait Now let me tell you about yesterday yesteryear When the human race used to tolerate (HA) Grab a beer sit down this is gonna be great Macklemore has it, right that Underneath all our fear all our love is all the same Despite, great strides, some great change What remains is Some great stains upon our faces Here Let me take another slice of the pie grandma used to make, shit Take great pain in Staking claim in aquiring acreage sans bank slips With the blessing of the bankers We, worry, more about who loves who Less about a future where our youth become euthanized by the truth Will they, resent us... or thank us? I fear the pitfalls All the traps I've set for me And I know if I don't fall We'll have another tragedy I fear the pitfalls All the traps I've set for me And I know if I don't fall We'll have another tragedy