Lyrics Austerity - Turkish Dcypha, Awate

Austerity

No introduction is required
You are now entering the land of the inspired
My name’s Awate and I’m known in certain homes around the globe to spit poems
that make you pick up the phone
And dial 9 three times.
Shine like street signs
One of my favourite hobbies is to find and beat swine
I can’t help it.
They’ve killed too many people of my colour and my class for
me to sit and be quiet
So why do we riot?
Well, how about the government are just a bunch of liars
Cut funding for fun and wonder why there’s street violence
It’s a joke.
So I give you something to quote so you can shove it down their
throats
But I digress and I confess to being one of the best so I stick out my chest
and take your shots without a vest
Never suppress my thoughts
You can try to arrest me for inciting violence but I just describe what I see
behind my eyelids
And what I hear — are rappers who are fakers
Say they get the bread but they’ve never been to the bakers
Now tell me — how is that tolerated?
Modern day society’s severely
discombobulated
And this rapping situation is a mess
A guy’s talking like Scarface when he worked for the feds
And how is selling drugs a thing to look up to, when you answer to the wrath of
the lord that’s up above you?
This makes no sense.
I’m lost
Girls are wearing nothing but lingerie and a cross
And man are holding nothing but a grudge and a Glock
If this is just the start I need a moment to just stop
(Inhale)
And breathe
And show you that I’m one of London’s number one MCs
And all they ever talk about is ps and their greed
While I write about my roots, they rhyme about smoking trees
It’s a mess.
Songs nowadays are about sex and cess
And they all think they’re really cool, the way that they dress
I either leave or make a change.
I can’t take the stress
Everywhere I go, I’ve got police stopping me
In the Square Mile you’ve got the rich committing robbery
I feel like I’ve got the whole world on top of me
So whenever I protest I punch a fed probably
Well that’s a definite
Civil disobedience — I’m tryna set a precedence
I wanna see your anger or whatever there is left of it
Until every mansion is decrepit or desolate