We don’t need names
You’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets
Inhumane and look who’s talking

Eyes real low blowing out the weed smoke
Fuck anybody knocking I don’t check the peephole
9 with the attachments promise all the cash mint
No bills marked passed out from the absinthe
101 inside sweating in the sweatshop
Bitch I come up with a weapon leave em fucking shellshocked
Holding me accountable legal a liability
Failing to recognize what I’m injecting it’s killing me
Strickеn and wicked I’m forbidden out the holy gardеn he’s
Arisen take the picket sign and nail it through my arteries
I’m feeling like I’m dying on molecular levels
It’s my receptors they’re directing shoot the messenger vessel
I’m so gone leaking inside me’s only carcinogenic
Predisposed to be a loner coded it must be genetic
You wouldn’t notice day to day but I’ve been face to face with death
My cessation and location at a later date in depth

We don’t need names
You’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets
Inhumane and look who’s talking
Underground renaissance I’m a Machiavelli
I’m an archetype I started fighting pills up in my belly
I’m the vagabond and outcast of the game
Talking bout some mid boosting and talking gold chains
That do not appeal to me cause it don’t seem too real to me
And you won’t see me checking into one of these facilities
Seat pushed back as I watch the world burn
Stay depositing these racks cause it make the world turn
To all the 30 something fuckers that crowd around the spot
We never do want em present and testing and we do not want the cops
Showing their faces unannounced they’re circling round the parking lot
And nobody’s giving a fuck about your car with any carbon tops
Course it’s unfortunate corpses stored in the floor and it’s
Messing up the coordinates unborn fetus aborting it
Might have intended to offend reaction anaphylactic
I got some strong opinions I’ll continue stay problematic

We don’t need names
You’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets
Inhumane and look who’s talking