C Delores-Royce da 5'9

[Intro: C. Delores Tucker] It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. Now we see the direct and indirect effects. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] We started off as targets We had the Congress mad at the whole genre Tryna get rid of us Now it's like we not even trying to be good It's like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil I open windows with hopes that the wind blows [?] blessings Set my Timbo's next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes The extendo's on the AK 47 and its [?] are invoked It's time, it's time to move something I guess we missed our window to try to prove something Spot a whack producer from across the room Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back Go and toss that b**ch into a dark lagoon Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon They ain't skilled enough to stand the field with us You gon' have to retire me It's only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me I be out here telling the truth I should sign my autograph with a polygraph I move in silence Tryna get to you 'fore you could brace yourself Cause I'm tryna put yo' a** in a body cast Y'all niggas lollygag not me This evening I'm with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner You eating Church's Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners I'm a living legend, you a fidget spinner I'm getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past M's And I'm getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em' I be blacking out, you could ask them Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be 'Pac While I'm zoning, stirring the pot I'm 'bout to go so motherf**king Lamont Coleman This 'bout to be disturbing to watch While I'm out here swerving the drop Your favorite rapper 'bout to get cleaned up, served in a box Like laundry detergent, pushing 'round these birds with a mop Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a 'gator pond Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind While they denying now, all these heathens be crying 'bout Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out They feed negativity, we eating vagina while Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo Eating while we feed people to lions The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk You don't wanna play with none of his make-believe truth They'll make the iron speak too He'll do the R2D2 to your art Until it's parts of a easel Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people To dissect at Juilliard I'm the best at who we are, that's f**king food for thought Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though Subpar cerebrals [Interlude: C. Delores Tucker] For 400 years, profit came before principle. We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, and drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that's it. We march again and we're gonna keep on marching [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores While I'm flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments I just whiplash new beats You just the next wave to catch a crazy catchphrase I'm just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, net pay Tell paparazzi I'm charging sales tax to media In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil's last ingredient While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to Better each time I came through like I held back the previous Look, I'm the real thang These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail If any of y'all MCM's is any flyer than me here These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak Braille Me, I'm just about to stick my dick in the dirt Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible I'm gon' relapse for a bottle or being a [?] Relax for a throttle One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn't ask for a dollar My style lethal ferocious Streaming out your club when your single drop Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture Uh, I broke my key off in the car door Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off [?] I'm an angel at squalor My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who's been ordered to war So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four Somebody ask me for change for a dollar While I spray your a** with four different fours More layers than 44 [?] Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie's recording thesaurus The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner's door Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face So when you gon' end up getting ate? Like four and four Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore I'm here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth While I shoot the sh*t as deep as [?] though, so it's four to four While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for