subliminals

First class, five star, check it finna blast off
rocket bars, click clack cock it hard, last stop
never gone so far workin this slackin job
knockin jars and bustin heads like we jacked off
nah, riding hard till i curb fears
check my snapback slant in ten foot mirrors
dome spittin harder than those so called hood queers
never see me but the deaf swear they could hear
and the blind read between the lines
mute spit acid glares that'll cut your spine
lead eachother through hypocritical lies
eye for an eye then hip hop'll die
never once said that everyone ain't equal
like the lord preaching hatred in the same steeples
above the level of the above lame people
till you spit truth your oppression stays feeble