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Adhocratic, the old systemâs worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now Iâmma son all the gods that you worship
Likeâ¦
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Beware of the relentless, itâs senseless
Your whole steez: defenseless, you donât even get this
And I ainât here to learn ya, earn ya merits elsewhere
Donât strain your brain in vain, the gameâs about as fair as healthcare
Prosumer tools leveled ancient playing field
But commerce kept itâs court as king, now minors makinâ major deals
Now ya know how a pager feels
Youâre outdated, outmoded, demoted, I wrote it to show the claim is real
Prototypical pivotal cognetariat
With enough facts to grasp my caste ân be aware of it
âN that ainât arrogance, itâs proof of evolution
Guess the truth got convoluted, questioned, spoofed and executed
Adhocratic, the old modelâs worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now Iâmma son all the gods that you worship
Likeâ¦
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Practitioners of post-hip-hop
No shit, pops! We donât get got, flows spit hot
âN shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot
The whole Goâs gridlocked, you donât know squidat!
You still stuck in the second wave, you retrograde
Got your sights set on yesterday, forever late
Soul searchinâ for dead gods to venerate
Runninâ circles while I put em âround the letter A
âN this is Aura dunny, not just a portion of me
This isnât for the money, it keeps my organs pumping
So you can take your half, man, you sure is funny
You make me laugh, but youâll never make a fortune from me
You lost your case in abstractions, distractions
Fractured the fanbase into feudal camps ân factions
Fashion vs. pirate; a tyrant tryinâ to domineer
âN fearâs got many facets, but itâs clear that change is nonlinear
The problem is you canât adapt, youâll never get the planet back
Order bows to Eris, embarrassed that she had to ask
âN bureaucrats begin to beg to break em out theyâre birdcage
But they can sing their swan song long into the third wave
Adhocratic, the old style is worthless
Everything that I spit has got a purpose
Straight up merk shit, thanks for the purchase
Now Iâmma son all the gods that you worship
Likeâ¦
(Adhocratic, your whole steez is static)
Practitioners of post-hip-hop
No shit, pops! We donât get got, flows spit hot
âN shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dot
Lab-to-the-O-di-dot!