I wrote y’all a rap to get us out of this trap.
So don’t be takin’ a nap, or you might get slapped!
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Two-Minute Warning
This is a two-minute warning.
I’m sounding the call.
Will you stand up for truth?
or let democracy fall
by the wayside at high tide —
a harrowing steep slide —
or show up with some insight?
Will you wonder what’s wrong?
Or will you do what is right?
Will you sit and hide out in the darkness?
Or will you be the light?
Will you stand up and fight
for your children,
for her children?
For the ones they will have?
Will you add salt to the wound?
Or apply a healing salve?
Cause we’ve got an explosive situation of corrosive desperation,
exploitation, all these centuries of pent-up frustrations
are coming to a head
So it’s time to wake up what was dead
inside, cause there’s nowhere left to hide.
Slam on the brakes, and get off of this ride.
United we stand, yet divided we fall,
and if we’re gonna get this done,
It’s all for one and one for all.
So, are you ready to pay attention
and see what you’re ignoring?
Cause make no mistake here, my friend —
This is our two-minute warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
We gotta get back to glory in this Two Minute Warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
If we’re to write a new story, this is our Two Minute Warning.
This is our two-minute warning.
We’re getting close to the end.
Will you tuck like a turtle and hide?
Or hang in with me, friend?
Will you roll up like a pillbug and die?
or will you roll up your sleeves?
Will you fight for your rights?
or sit on the sidelines, and grieve?
Cause I’m telling you,
this evil, man, it’s gotta be stopped.
Cops droppin’ deportees in some gator-infested swamps.
’squitos sucking their blood
They don’t care about no floods.
they won’t care if you die as long as they’re dry,
while they wile away the hours dreaming of how they can
make you more afraid cause they took your Medicaid
cause all they really care is how they get paid.
They’d take a free man and throw him in a can
Put his ass in prison in some faraway land
where he’ll sit in his shit
like a beast in a cage,
A slave to the grave,
Rather than give his ass a job with a livable wage!
Rage! Rage! Rage against the scene —
this corrupted regime,
AI-infected machine that stole all our dreams,
rolled ’em up and smoked ’em like some broke dope fiend.
So they can fatten up they asses
With some more of that green.
To make those ends
for their cronies and their friends.
cause that’s the only goal to which their policies lend.
You might doubt my motives for taking this route,
I’m just tryna get some clout with the shit I spit and shout.
I’m not here to seek fame or be takin’ some glory
Cause all glory’s to God…
giving us a Two-Minute warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
We gotta get back some glory in this Two Minute Warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
If we’re to write a new story, this is our Two Minute Warning.
This is a two-minute warning
and the ball’s in our court,
This is real life, son.
It ain’t no game or sport,
So let’s get to the gist.
’Cause it’s time to resist.
Wave that Star-Spangled Banner,
and on ’em make a wish
It’s time to make a stand here,
cause I’m half-past pissed.
Like Clause comma Santa,
he’s making a list.
And you know we’ll all be on it,
like flank steak on a dish.
We’d better make a move to improve or lose
and end up on the end of this capitalistic noose.
Frozen in time, Stuck on a stage.
Like a couple star-crossed lovers
at a show by Coldplay.
Play around if you like, thinking you’re safe —
But no one is safe, when truth has no weight.
So don’t be waitin’ on another to carry us home.
Don’t be waitin’ on your brothers to be carryin’ your load
’Cause there ain’t but a mile ’til the end of this road.
I know this song’s getting long,
But we gotta stay strong,
And inspiration is needed if we’re gonna go on.
So excuse my repetition, I’m not tryna be boring.
But I gotta be heard,
’Cause it’s our Two-Minute warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
We gotta get back our glory in this Two Minute Warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
If we’re to write a new story, this is our Two Minute Warning.
This is a two-minute warning
and efficiency’s needed.
We got to get to moving the ball
cause our calls haven’t been heeded,
Nothing but pain for the poor and the needy,
our soul’s been lost in the frost to the greedy.
I’m planting a seed right here in your brain
So you will break these chains of oppression.
Get out of depression.
It’s time for confession,
It’s time we tell the truth — of who we are,
who we’ve been,
’Cause we keep on breakin’
’cause we keep on makin’
The same mistakes and
miscalculations
that lead to hearts breakin’
again and again,
over and over,
like we did way back when with that dude named Grover —
measuring a leader by the size of his shoulders.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, you’ve been asleep,
But now you’re waking up.
So keep that head up,
’Cause things are ‘bout to get rough.
Pay close attention to this lyrical invention
’cause here comes the hundred-thousand, million-dollar question,
(And if you’ve listened this long, you already know what it is.)
Will you throw up your hands or raise a closed fist?
and resist all the tyranny, the mass-cas weaponry
of a fascist plutocracy, a mob-boss kleptocracy,
dressed up in the garb of a White-Christ theocracy.
All this hypocrisy is making me ill.
The Eagles took it easy, but I’m not gonna chill
While some dumb motherfucker says “Drill baby, drill!”
You’d better think again, or we ain’t gonna win.
We ain’t gonna triumph on some trumped-up technicality,
It won’t be enough to hope for longevity,
I’m sorry, if you will, for my lack of brevity,
But I’m still going on,
even past the break of dawn,
still mad as hell,
So don’t put this on the shelf.
Open your damn eyes and listen to the stories.
If we give a fuck about the future…
This is our two-minute warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
We gotta get back to glory in this Two Minute Warning.
Two Minute Warning
Two Minute Warning
If we’re to write a new story, this is our Two Minute Warning.
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Everyone who's ever played or watched American Football knows the significance of the two-minute warning.
It’s the moment of truth. It's time to put up or shut up; to show up or shut down.
You're down a score, and the margin for error is down to zero. It's time for discipline, efficiency — to make every second count. You've got to control the ball if you've got it, or if you don't — go get it.
Everything is magnified. Heroes are made, and the ones who couldn't take the heat — are forgotten to history.
The clock is ticking.
This is your two-minute warning.
This rap was inspired by the works of Public Enemy, one of my all-time favorites, and almost certainly the most socially and politically active rap group ever.
If you liked this, I know you will love this PE-inspired rap I did several months ago — He Watch Fox News. Check it out and tell me what you think!
Peace, my brothers and sisters!
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