Guerilla Arms Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kelby]
No introduction my substance substantiates my interruption
No intervention could prevent this I'm hell bent on destruction
Warning: this track is not safe for human consumption
Side effects include arterial obstruction
Resulting in myocardial infarction

But my intended consequence
Is to cause spontaneous combustion!
Malicious with no sense of compunction
I'm self-righteous and privileged
Leave you lifeless give a fuck and get away with it

This ain't about cathartic acknowledgement
Shit it's not enough to recognize that I'm a part of it, I'm bombing it

Fighting to the death I'm on some martyr shit predominantly
My conscience constantly wants to be speaking consciously
'Cus honestly it bothers me
Corruption comes from sovereignty
Pernicious disfunction in government we need some anarchy!
Political lobotomy to extract the impediment
No time to second guess the tide is high submersion's imminent;
Whether it be human error or greed
We lie and we cheat and we die to succeed
Whatever that means, by any means
Discard the defeated and consequently
Anthropocentrism amplifies
Sanctify self over everything else leads to fratricide

Justify private imprisonment
Much to our increment in liberty
That's the saddest lie

Correctional control is legal modern day slavery
Nothing's changed except the chains
The blood is clear but plain to see
Ain't nothing's free, how it's meant to be,
Let me put it all in context:
The prison industrial complex,
Blinded by profits
Dehumanized in the process
Gluttonous conquest reversing the progress
Transforming our souls into numbers and objects
I'm confident it's no accident, no consequence
Incompetent war mongering disseminate intoxicants
Proliferate intolerance but eloquence in the
Rap game, crack game, ain't that different you know
Unless you're pandering to higher-minded individuals
It ain't that simple yo at least intrinsically inside the studio
Corporate execs manipulating the scenario
Force perspective feed you illusory symbiosis

Dealers slanging raps talk more shit than acute halitosis
Claiming to be the messiah? Motherfucker I'm your Moses!
Motherfucker? I'm the closest, if not Moses, I'm your Joseph!
Not biological but I'll make you step-fa(r)ther
away
Now bring it back, game's not over I'm just hitting replay
The corporate perspective hidden agenda
Their sole objective to distort the message
Fabricate the intersection
Present the paths as perpendicular although they're parallel

Propel the narrative infect the youth with decibels
Screaming "kill 'em all, fuck it kill 'em all"
And we wonder why we keep sending our youth to the morgue?
No defibrillation I remain patiently waiting
Stationed ready to aim and strike
With disdain I smite

I might just, ignite this
A passion inside you to seek out what's righteous
Be kind and conscious

Flip the script on your typical mindless rapper
Only knows hoes money and clothes he's like a virus
Clear 'em out like my sinus. It's a sign of the times
Our minds are changing you pompous bastard
Recognize the collective conscious
Or remain haphazard on the precipice
Of a monstrous, bottomless pit
Obnoxious when I spit
But y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it
Your philosophy's errant
Delusional hysterics no inherent merit or message in your papyrus I'm begging you drop the stylus
If you've listened thus far to my convoluted conclusions
You can comprehend with no delusion there's no simple solution
Fuck restitution I'm preaching for some fucking retribution
So sing it with me, che: viva la revolucion!

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This 3 minute song is made up of two beats that Kelby put together, both produced by members of the independent record label Funk Volume. No chorus, just bars.

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Release Date
March 11, 2014
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