Real Shit by The Dead Can Rap Lyrics

Second to millimeter
Not in the bullet feeder
Seven five calibre
Calibrate with the Haliburton
We sit in the feudal system
We tweet and we never listen
Got one chance to break up the system
With the present I'm breaking shit
A chance we ain’t taking it
The good thing about the lies
Is how they destabilize
Before the lines were really sly
Not this guy forty five
So now it be do or die
Right now revolution time
October in this state of mind
Time to fight for the ninety nine
One percent to the guillotine
Burn the whole damn machine
They blamed it on the refugees
Sub prime refugees, Dow Jones refugees
HSBC with the refugees said nigga please...
Me I'm immigrant, third generation
Post war, post wave, post immigration
Levelling the constant elevation
Making me smile is a forced sensation
Non native, so radical
Quantic oh so sympatico
Animal change just like manimal
Human beings are all infallible
I used to be so unreliable
Nowadays I'm just socially viable
Unclassifiable, undeniable
And occasionally undesirable
You’ve got yourself some personal issues
Oxaflozane and a box of tissues
Trying hard not to slip through the fissures
Playing golf off the coast of Mauritius
Yeah hand me that seven iron please... Thank you
We got raped by a minority, stock broker crying babies
They can't take the blame for shit and since then we carried it
And you know the analysis and still we rejected it
And thats why we losing it, lets get back to the real shit
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Attack where the capital is
Let's get back to the real shit...