Galactica Actual

[Intro] Yea, check (check) Traumah unit freestyle session Yo, check, yo, yo, yo [Verse] Look at these people lookin' at us lookin' back at 'em They know that their future is ours and they know that we have 'em By the balls, they feel there's no future at all That's why they send us to battle, they try to kill us all It's life and death in this ocean while you fight for breath Play your cards a little closer or you might be next They in this for the long haul while you want it done They countin' on you not to vote while you havin' fun It's close to November you better grab a gun Before they get in office and say "you can't have one, son" Then you shit outta luck Cause when they come to take your block by force you givin' it up I was trained by the best drill sergeants on earth They assassinate characters so they target my work While the usual religious critics target my work These are just part of the perks, I wear these scars on my shirt We are the future revolution and evolution of music It's foolish; these record labels really think that you stupid That you'll buy anything as long as it blings And that you'll lead your favorite rapper shit as long as it sings I wonder if our little money is cashable They use the lives of friends and family as collateral I fell asleep to mortars No matter how you feel you gotta pull the trigger when they give the order I know my mother worries for my safety Don't worry mama I'll defend myself if they make me Sacrilegious, pack the swisher This ain't existence; I'm really back in the IT stacking dishes These rappers claim they slappin' women While praising god and thanking Allah in the after-sentence Truth is bad for business; unrealistic like the depiction of Rome I'll accept religion when kids get to pick their own And fuck the approval of state boards They spend our money on fake wars And tell us to pay for it A radical phonin' in from Galactica Actual To let you know the intelligence we have isn't factual, mothafucka [Outro] Greydon Square, Traumah (Galactica Actual) (To let you know the intelligence we have isn't factual, mothafucka)