Raising the Bar #9 Illmac (Ft. Soul Khan)

[Verse 1: Soul Khan]
These chatter-baters can't relate I'm slick as a whistle
Decapitate a rapper then I shit in the neck wound
But damn it y'all know I'm like Amazon Go
I still got lines when I didn't expect to
It might not be relevant past this week
But me and rap go together like ass and cheeks
Or trash beliefs and MAGA tweets
By a dad in an alpaca fleece
Somewhere on a, Hampton beach
I hope you didn't bargain on a masterpiece
I'm kinda marble on the Parthenon in Athens Greece
Motherfucker I been half-deceased
Fever-tripping, weak condition and I have receipts
Nah, I'm enlightening
My pen ricin
And y'all can die from a couple drops
So, just step right in
I'm M. Bison
I ain't a psycho but I crush a lot
Now you probably never met a guy that's Hallmark-sweeter
A Karl Marx reader that's friendly as a Walmart greeter
In a world where we all want leaders
But all we getting is executives and small-arms dealers
A lotta y'all are just scared of some honest women and people of color coming to share in the swamp you live in
Fuck you mean, the terrorists aren't winning?
Pantaleo's alive and Erica Garner isn't
I know it's mortifying
But let me add a little hope to this
'Cause I been organizing
And we rolling with the Democratic Socialists