duck into an alley filled with urine and fat rats emerge from the other side dawning a gas mask it s on again introduce the 808 mechanic slay satanic ways my state s in a panic petro from wild animals that they let go suspect profile of the owners they kept low mysterious circumstance serious consequences my fury is to bomb another target i m not timid bricks through your window then i spit at the judge do my time standing up like a man won t budge when these greedy motherfuckers try to take what i love i write greed in red ink let it drip like blood punk ass security they circle in shifts seems like five minutes but i time it at six and i done come too far to go out like a bitch so i chill behind a dumpster hit my target and dip shit nobody out this time of night except graff writers prostitutes and pimps drug addicts and backsliders box cut any motherfucker that try to fight him vigilante just another worker that got tired of mastering his zen trying to be on some calm shit arms folded hoping maybe karma resolves shit or on his hands and knees trying to pray on some god shit so he go out into the dead of night and he bomb shit the fbi stings the activists got shook can t even buy a copy of the anarchists cook book entire databases every crime every crook on every continent every website every book but can t track what leaves no imprint no digital or physical no criminal fingerprint so so subliminal his criminal intent the last one you ever would have pictured who did the shit now come to grips with your position of majority that s thoroughly controlled by the few in the minority one percent since a kid resented authority and businesses made rich from the products they sold to me they wanted to sleep but i can t chill my nation full of people scared of taking that red pill they re feeding us this garbage got our minds in a land fill the american dream is a dream it ain t real