We On Some Next Level Shit
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
that will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?
For who and for what?
To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots?
I know what you came out here for.
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What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals,
an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals.
Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
that will never understand what it means to miss a meal.
Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything.
Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought,
donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought.
And I'm supposed to hide my change?
For who and for what?
To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots?
I know what you came out here for.
Estamos en un nivel de mierda superior
Lo que tenemos es una amalgama de ideales gastados,
una incomprensible mezcla de ideales gastados.
Edictos auto-felicitantes escupidos por bocas bañadas en oro,
que nunca entenderán lo que significa pasar hambre.
No me digas lo que necesito hasta que hayas necesitado algo.
Anarquistas de escuela privada con pensamientos comprados,
vestidos con camisetas que gritan consignas de guerras nunca peleadas.
¿Y se supone que debo esconder mi cambio?
¿Para quién y para qué?
¿Para apaciguar a los mierdecillas que pretenden que sus teneres son no teneres?
Sé para qué viniste aquí.