THE WORLDWIDE SCOURGE Lyrics by Genesis Owusu
But there is a difference
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, yuh
Feel like I’m in a Bizarro mirror, world active
Verge of collapsing, falling backwards
Vacant smiles inside the eyes of the actors appearing normal
But one huff from the wolf will turn the house into Chernobyl
Everybody keep smiling in my face like it’s a motherfuckin’ game
Like the sea ain’t turn to stone and the acid into rain
Like a dollar sign can clear the ethics, morals and the shame
Elect a *** sympathiser top the motherfuckin’ frame
If I could run away, my passport name would read Usain, you’ll have to vet him
The heathen tried to shackle my soul, I nearly let him
Don’t talk to me ’bout pledges, anthems, keep your flags tightly furled
Dancing with the devil on the surface of a burning world
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, yuh
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
A white woman walked towards me and our eyes locked to meet
Felt the fear inside the air as she moved to cross the street
Should I blame her for seeing me and picturing a threat?
Or the centuries of whipping that’s keeping women in debt?
See, my cousin walked through hell, I’m surprised that we didn’t lose her
Still, you rap about *** like you ain’t a ***’ loser
I ain’t above celebrating the death of an ***
I’ll mark his body black and blue till I make a Yakuza
I’m past the point of prayer but I still whisper to an empty sky
A silent cry subsides, I spent too long inside the question why
The darkest lies they hide with oil knives ready to colonise
I’ll burn your Rollie black, don’t get too close ’cause I’m just killing time
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, yuh
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
Something’s wrong, I feel it in my aches, bones and chromosomes
They speak like moral men with the actions of Michael Corleone
How dare they pillage Gaza and still have the nerve to sleep at night?
I hope your final flight comes soon
Trumpets and bassoons will sing in celebration
When you meet your final destination
Pray right
That agony and hatred stalk your form like shadows in the daylight
And make your brutish ways look like a play fight
Don’t test my health
No *** formed shall prosper, whether man, machine or God himself
I know my field
I speak without caution, so I’m gripping tight my will
And if they martyr me, they’ll know my name atop this hill
Until the name ring through the halls of the Bastille
I live in perpetuation
Your firearms too short to box with men who know integrity and dedication
The knowledge from my father
In moments close to hopeless, I may falter but you’ll never catch me stutter
You niggas dorks, don’t wanna hear an utter
From you, not a word, turn of phrase, I don’t wanna hear a mutter
It hurts to see my brothers in the state we in
CIA did their big one with us and they’ll admit the sin
The feds have the easiest job that I can hither
*** your knuckles, boot up Twitter
Disperse a word ever bitter
Say Africans ain’t black
Transpeople are the sinners
Palestine hates gays, then kick your feet up while we bicker
And the play successful one mo ‘gin
Divide and conquer ;cause that colour means he ain’t your friend
I try hard to break the mould that they incased us in
But even I find it hard to trust a Yakubian
Scars from past that we starring in
The screams yell in cacophony, tornadoed traumas breaking in
Still, I keep moving, got some Nikes, I gotta break ’em in
It’s hard to do right, structure got us in a headlock
Get a BLM shirt from a *** in a sweatshop
It often seems grey like the hope has been removed
But still we keep moving, *** else are we supposed to do, ***?
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, yuh
Speaker knocker
BA Baracus
Big global rocker
Bust down the chopper, no