Worker’s Comp The Thought (Ft. K Folks (Singer) & LVLC)

[Intro: The Thought]
Y’know, I guess all my heroes really are cornballs…
And that’s why…

[Verse: The Thought]
I’m hesitant being a fan
‘Cause you never know who they standing with
Talking one way, out their neck, on a record
But checks put the pressure, they ended up holding hands
With exactly the person they mentioned in lectures
Their ethics get blurry when staring
At bands, how the circumstance
Made for an empty gesture, choke on my words singing
Praises for man, rolled on a stretcher
And placed in an ambulance, I haven’t been
Living life lavish, I’ve had it with caping for rappers
Who faking their substance
Thought “my word is bond” was the practice
And took it for granted, but that was an accident
I need Worker’s Comp for the verses redacted
They so full of shit that their colon’s impacted
I’m actually mad at the liars, they had to supply us
With lines sounding pious, while wearing a wire
So they could get back with the opposition
Give ‘em every tactic, what a misnomer
Cut a fascist, bleed a politician (exposure!)
When they snapping a pic of the mob, it’s a flash
What’s done in the dark comes to light
But how can you trash on yourself? That makes you a mark
And a blight on the culture, a soldier turned vulture
An agent provocateur
Bolstering pockets is vulgar
When all of your statements were premature
Got your foot in the door, then you slammed it
Took off with your newfound advantage, ravage the stances
That made you a name we respected
We pulling the handle, your seat at the table ejected!
Bro!
You ain’t scaring the hoes, you scaring the Jews!
He’s wearing a Burzum shirt!
Posing for pics, standing right next to you!