Perception ft. Quest London Lyrics

Am I a melon munching golliwog real obedient uncle Tom

Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded donkey Kong

Imprisoned by a false image playing in to what they want

Those higher then any government the plot thickens further

The chains ain't gone there shackled on our subconscious

Embedded in our DNA like poison in a cobra

Perhaps that's why my tongue so venomous

Nevertheless Black culture out of focus

The perception portrayed of us is rigged ridicule

Sadly most fall victim to this viscous voodoo

Wicked wordplay savage imagery it really sickens me

Look into main stream media don't it paint a vivid pic to deeps

Na I'm must be bugging this is all a conspiracy

Is it really though when you peep at man's history

Where so self destructive no wonder earth's giving up

That sense of hopelessness questioning what's the use

Is implanted in the core in every fucking thing I do

I shouldn't feel inferior to my paler counter parts

But I dunno I got to work ten times as hard

To make a success off myself in this hell bound world

That would rather see us fail then prevail can't you tell

There's a lingering smell of tribal warfare

Racism is a modern take of what's we been practicing for aeons now

Do your research on Johann Friedrich Blumenbach then holla back

In fact dig a little deeper into your own culture

Maybe you can figure out what's its all over

Where it all stems from is man just cold hearted

Naturally bastards far from being evolved

Still Neanderthals despite technical advances

All I know is I got to stay focused

And not fall victim to media hocus pocus

Am I a product of propaganda playing out a stereotype

Painting the picture envisioned for me

Did I fall for the trap am I another statistic

Destined to fail at least that's how it seems

Am I a product of propaganda playing out a stereotype

Painting the picture envisioned for me

Did I fall for the trap am I another statistic

Destined to fail at least that's how it seems

Propaganda

Yeah news media outlet

Propaganda

Look it's all in your mind

Take a trip to your mind and envision

The science and the knowledge is above comprehension

What the mind can discover is beyond the human existence

It's why our brains are trained in this believing this system

Slave mentality is made socially acceptable

Trading penny's for time knowing it's none refundable

We're forced in this trap watched by the government

These concrete jungles be like the hunger games

Many don't survive past the age of twenty five

Those who do doesn't matter there zombified

Thinking that there free but they can't see the chains

They've moved from our ankles and placed on our brains

Via TV screens to our social feeds

Your never to far from the mark of the beast

It's all psychological in this spiritual war

Full of surprises and unexpected calls

Am I a product of propaganda playing out a stereotype

Painting the picture envisioned for me

Did I fall for the trap am I another statistic

Destined to fail at least that's how it seems