Apoc - Adhocratic Lyrics
Adhocratic, the old system’s worthlessEverything that I spit has got a purposeStraight up merk shit, thanks for the purchaseNow I’mma son all the gods that you worshipLike…Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaBeware of the relentless, it’s senselessYour whole steez: defenseless, you don’t even get thisAnd I ain’t here to learn ya, earn ya merits elsewhereDon’t strain your brain in vain, the game’s about as fair as healthcareProsumer tools leveled ancient playing fieldBut commerce kept it’s court as king, now minors makin’ major dealsNow ya know how a pager feelsYou’re outdated, outmoded, demoted, I wrote it to show the claim is realPrototypical pivotal cognetariatWith enough facts to grasp my caste ‘n be aware of it‘N that ain’t arrogance, it’s proof of evolutionGuess the truth got convoluted, questioned, spoofed and executedAdhocratic, the old model’s worthlessEverything that I spit has got a purposeStraight up merk shit, thanks for the purchaseNow I’mma son all the gods that you worshipLike…Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaPractitioners of post-hip-hopNo shit, pops! We don’t get got, flows spit hot‘N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dotThe whole Go’s gridlocked, you don’t know squidat!You still stuck in the second wave, you retrogradeGot your sights set on yesterday, forever lateSoul searchin’ for dead gods to venerateRunnin’ circles while I put em ‘round the letter A‘N this is Aura dunny, not just a portion of meThis isn’t for the money, it keeps my organs pumpingSo you can take your half, man, you sure is funnyYou make me laugh, but you’ll never make a fortune from meYou lost your case in abstractions, distractionsFractured the fanbase into feudal camps ‘n factionsFashion vs. pirate; a tyrant tryin’ to domineer‘N fear’s got many facets, but it’s clear that change is nonlinearThe problem is you can’t adapt, you’ll never get the planet backOrder bows to Eris, embarrassed that she had to ask“N bureaucrats begin to beg to break em out they’re birdcageBut they can sing their swan song long into the third waveAdhocratic, the old style is worthlessEverything that I spit has got a purposeStraight up merk shit, thanks for the purchaseNow I’mma son all the gods that you worshipLike…(Adhocratic, your whole steez is static)Practitioners of post-hip-hopNo shit, pops! We don’t get got, flows spit hot‘N shows rip shop, Lab-to-the-O-di-dotLab-to-the-O-di-dot!
