Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conscious Rapper, artist - Rucka Rucka Ali.
Date of issue: 14.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Conscious Rapper |
When I started making joke records back in '06 |
I never thought I’d ever be one of the last lyricists |
Categorized with the guys of a genre I don’t get |
'Cause I rap in English and convey concepts |
All these mumble rappers indicate our culture is a void |
But the nihilism came from the era just before them |
Conscious rappers real woke with a played-out message |
Just the stalest of the crumbs dropped down by their professors |
You’re a house boy doing what you’re told, you ain’t a rebel |
Just a well behaved slave, Stockholm sentimental |
Talking 'bout you miss your childhood and place you grew up |
I don’t |
I couldn’t wait to grow up and get out of the cult |
You say you’re sick of the corruption |
Giving your support to whatever thief is promising to break you off a cut of |
the pie that he stole from the innocent and virtuous |
Virtuous productive men of genius get fucked |
And devoured by the cannibals, hated for their good |
Ripped apart and resented |
We’re rational animals at war with reality, shutting off our faculties |
Organized into mobs |
Individuality traded for the pressure group, I find it funny |
All these real woke folks saying «Follow the Money» |
You’re a Marxist Mark, all you see is transactions |
Economic groups, intersectional factions |
You chose this |
Traded gold for government fiat |
Fuck following the money, bitch follow the ideas |
Anti-capitalist sentiments is hatred of the selfish |
Which is hatred of the independent thought |
Which is itself a rejection of reason, which is hatred of existence |
And these neurotic cowards run the ivory tower |
Young minds being poisoned by lifeless professors |
Persecuted Jewish bankers that have joined their oppressors |
Demonizing financiers that keep us all alive |
Hatred of finance and usury is hatred of the mind |
Long-term plans, concepts of reality |
We nail 'em to a cross so we could regulate the industry |
And have a lobby system marry government to business |
You wonder why businessmen profit off of prisons |
Without reason there’s just feelings and the group |
So you crowd around a demagogue to rally up the troops |
And he tells you you’re a victim and you feel that it’s the truth |
And you wanna ask a question but you’re feeling too confused |
To know what actually is missing from the picture |
You strengthen your conviction that someone at the top’s oppressing you |
But the ones who really robbed you are college intellectuals |
Who turned you to a vegetable at war with the conceptual |
It’s all psychological extortion |
Ever since Kant equated observation with distortion |
Ever since Hume cut identity from objects |
Now you can’t project any cause and effect |
You’re following the same route as the other clones |
Marching forward through history, forgotten and alone |
Ignoring oceans of blood, mountains of bones |
Altruism speaks, who are you to know? |
So you do the one selfish thing you still conceive to do |
You cut a rap record 'bout what you believe |
And you pretend it’s for the cause, for the ones that need your help |
But if they deserve your wealth why can’t you live for yourself? |
Blank out, you feel guilty putting money in the bank |
But your record sales are killing it, suburban kids are feeling this |
Popping their prescriptions, swallowing your rhetoric |
Big pharma got shit on what you’re selling kids |
Blue pill placebo, stupid and cheap stuff |
That works with the mindset they learned up in school |
Discombobulated thoughts, narratives and polemics |
Over tunes that appeal to both emos and cool kids |
You’re a boot-licking Dark Age apologist |
Get the hell off the stage, boy read The Fountainhead |
Let the art be your guide to a Renaissance |
Integrate your own mind with the sciences |
Or go ahead and talk shit, leave your little comment |
'Cause you making fun of Ayn’s like a cockroach laughing at a giant |
And on the people rituate |
Manipulated by the Comprachicos of the mind |
That divided into camps with superficial differences |
Fighting for the life of a fetus only till it individuates |
Or for the rights of a man till it clashes with the will or the visions of a |
leader |
The collective wants to situate, your only barbiturate |
Is watching a debate between snakes in a race |
Who the fastest could capitulate, these are not smart people |
You think they’re privy to info but they all need you to feed them |
You you’re the one filling up these empty vessels |
Conservatives argue with liberals argue with socialists argue with communists |
Never getting down to the principles under the politics |
Never the fundamentals under the postulates |
Paternal cousins posing as opposites |
United they stand, together we fall |
The bed has been made, we’re all fascist now |
You wanted a purpose, an escape from neurosis |
Surrender your thoughts, you’ll be told that you’re chosen |
United they stand, together we fall |
The road has been paved, we’re all fascist now |
Under God, here comes the new Dark Age |
Might as well be passed out and dazed when it comes |