Mr. Grace - Intro

What is America built off of?
 (Violence and entrepreneurship)
 So if you had to tell another six year old like yourself what to look out for, what would you tell 'em?
 (They would kill you for the right price)
 Are you a buyer or a seller?
 (A seller)
 If I gave you a million dollars right now, would you buy candy or a candy store?
 (A candy store)
 What is the goal to be?
 (Independent)
 If you lost everything tonight, what you got tomorrow?
 (Intellectual property)
 And what is intellectual property?
 (They can take your possessions, but they can't take your mind)
 How do you say group economics in Spanish?
 (Economía de grupo)
 How do you say barter system?
 (Sistema de cambio)
 If I gave you something for 500, and you flip it to the next man for 2000, what is that called?
 (Upselling)
 Alright now, me, as your leader, as your father, for the person that's supposed your best interest
 If I celebrate holidays and Christmas, your entire life
 And you gotta go beg somebody for a job at 18, what did I do?
 (You failed me financially)
 And I want you to tell me, how fast can somebody be a victim of gun violence in America?
 (This fast)
 Was told to hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
 In a place that hears no evil, sees no evil
 Where the oppressor sees no color
 The investor sees no others
 The erection seems so seasonal, plus illegal
 Man, that's just the mode, that's just the evil
 We just adjust to that, that's just machismo
 I was destined to be mo' than a apple laying next to a tree, bro
 Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode
 Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity
 Surface low, economically
 In need of capital, in search of a loan and it's a few bankin' institutions who got the remedy
 But this is America, where credit is for the privileged and profit is not my amenity
 I'm just here to get popped by the cops, get popular so I can get discredited in a documentary by the enemy
 While in a homicidal, fratricidal cycle of wild, constant hostile energy
 Lookin' down the barrel of a rifle while tryna find some inner peace
 As God as my witness, through teary-eyed tyranny
 Knowledge itself is the caveat, and the dollar itself is the demigod
 Listen, nigga, this is The Iliad
 Flip the dollars for wealth until our figures resemble the myriad
 We are the inventors, we are the lenders, we are the matriarchs
 Only thing we didn't make was slavery laws
 And on this specific day, it's the end of the prison sentence, this is the period
 A rich man wrote this with a po' man's focus
 A sick man quotes this, but the dope man sold this
 Lookin' for a soulmate and the bitch playin' Go Fish
 Provin' you got heart doin' dirt for The Tin Man in a quicksand culture
 Standin' on anything I said like the kickstand open
 Feelin' like Rembrandt sculpted some shit that just van Gogh get
 I am the descendant of the original, physical melanin skin man
 The highly-intelligent pride of the ghetto, the Zinjanthropus
 The Phantom's so clean you can't see the lord sit down, she is gorgeous
 All you see is a steerin' wheel floatin', led by a herd of stampedin' horses
 Checks and balances by the curb
 Steps to amateurs flyin' birds
 Connected annual to a buyin' surge
 Expectin' the amateurs to try and merge
 To try and lessen the blesses, but you can never lessen the connection of the indefinite pentameter Ryan serves tryin' words
 This is Category A
 Definition, battered slave of yesterday
 Recognition by cattle
 Present picture, a guy battles sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow
 That's not deep, I'm shallow
 As time travels, rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage
 Wearin' satchels, catchin' cases like statutory rape
 Online actin' like natural-born slaves, really
 I guess it's from the back of the back to back to sittin' with my back to the shadows
 With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes
 But that shapes our fate
 This is the Allegory of the cave theory by Plato, and this is the first chapter
 The first forty-eight, "Death Of the Dope Man"