Inhumane

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking

Eyes real low, blowing out the weed smoke

Fuck anybody knocking, I don't check the peephole

Done with the attachments, promise all the cash mint

No bills marked, passed out from the absinthe

1-0-1 inside, sweating in the sweatshop

Bitch I come up with a weapon, leave 'em fucking shellshocked

Holding me accountable, legal a liability

Failing to recognize what I'm injecting, it's killing me

Stricken and wicked, I'm forbidden out the holy garden

He's arisen, take the picket sign and nail it through my arteries

I'm feeling like I'm dying on molecular levels

It's my receptors, they're directing, shoot the messenger vessel

I'm so gone leaking, inside me's only carcinogenic

Predisposed to be a loner, coded it must be genetic

You wouldn't notice day-to-day, but I've been face-to-face with death

My cessation and location at a later date in depth

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking

Underground renaissance, I'm a Machiavelli

I'm an archetype, I started fighting pills up in my belly

I'm the vagabond and outcast of the game

Talking 'bout some mid boosting and talking gold chains

That do not appeal to me 'cause it don't seem too real to me

And you won't see me checking into one of these facilities

Seat pushed back as I watch the world burn

Stay depositing these racks 'cause it make the world turn

To all the 30-something fuckers that crowd around the spot

We never do want 'em present and testing and we do not want the cops

Showing their faces unannounced, they're circling 'round the parking lot

And nobody's giving a fuck about your car with any carbon tops

Course it's unfortunate, corpses stored in the floor

And it's messing up the coordinates, unborn fetus, aborting it

Might have intended to offend, reaction anaphylactic

I got strong opinions, I'll continue stay problematic

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking

We don't need names (names)

You're the new slaves (slaves)

Lining up their pockets

Inhumane and look who's talking