Opera lyrics

[Verse 1: Green]
Can't match my style and interest I got rich thoughts and a violent instinct
That's just how I distinguish the bad from the good and the smart and ignant
Straight rock dude bar my pigment
I'm blending the new wave with the vintage
I'm a prototype, you's a mark up
I start this sh*t like a f*ckin' aardvark
Since the government seems to mark us
I try to stay hidden in a green apartment
Working tryna be an artist
Control all minds when they hear me talking
Got a problem with authority
But the neighborhood cops love R-D-G-L-D-G-R-N
40 n*ggas nearly died last week
So I count is as a win any day I breathe

[Sample: Zack De La Rocha]
So long as that system’s only true motive is profit interest and not the maintenance and betterment of the population, to meeting human needs, then that society should not stand; it should be challenged and questioned and overthrown

[Verse 2: Green]
Fact is that I won't be voting' til the poverty gap has slim proportions
Foolish just like the notion of marching for peace while they making corpses
Kids dumb from the lack of schooling I don't blame them 'cause the sh*t is boring
Found out I had a knack for touring so I make ways from VA to Zurich
Bang bang and flee, she watched her Grandson die at a jamboree
You don't know?
Some barely eat, you want the ends to survive like a manatee
You want what?
The a marriaging [?] you wouldn't wish that upon all your enemies
You see look, no fear in me because I get me a win every day I breathe
[Verse 3: Method Man]
(Smoke that sh*t)
(Red, Gold and Green, n*gga)
Meth Man not Walter White though
My team Break Bad, I'm a walking Psycho
No net needed when I walk a tightrope, no typo
You a lightweight, no lipo
Light work, getting lit, no light show
To quote Chief Keef, That's the shh- I Don't Like though
IG, I don't do it for likes though
And Snow White, don't be killing my high hoe
Hi-ho we can kick it like KYBO
Side note, here's a middle finger to 5-0
I flow, smoking that hydro, survival
Of the fittest putting guns in your pie-hole
I go harder than Pablo these narcos are in my cheddar
But this kinda cheese is not yours
Killer Bees we got soul
And the drum the plug one with potholes[?]

[Verse 4: Green]
Now I can't strengthen economies
Or make sure that the water that we drink is clean
Can't stop fights in the Middle East
Can never make sure that the whole world eats
Military unit will never retreat
Chicago crews gonna still have beef
Palestinians and them Israel kids
Gonna stay fighting for the Gaza Strip
I could put my words all together like this
The words that I say just won't change sh*t
Hospital rooms still gonna have patients
Blacks in the womb still gonna deal with racists
Ain't bomb did I ever defuse
From doing no harm that the terrorists choose
Only thing that I know I can do
Is die like the motherf*ckers want me to