Текст песни It's Your Fault/Boom Baptist - UnkwnBrandon

My definition of justice can either be very short, or very long
Go to a mirror
Look at the person that's looking back at you
Fit it
Justice

So I was watching the television
And a commercial comes on of a new trending product in stores
It's of a realistically humanized action figure that's being marketed by the media
They are so unbelievably real
when you walk past them you don't even realize they're machines
And when you wave to them they actually have the appearance that they're pleased by your greetings
The brand that has made them has mastered mimicking human tendency
When you insult them they become insecure
When you praise them they become prideful
When you point guns at them they fear for their lives
And when you harm them they actually shed blood
In addition, it has one button on its back that triggers two functional capabilities
It points forward and it says it's your fault

Two functional capabilities that comedically mimics that of a real boy
And it said that with a parent or guardians permission
You can purchase this amazing toy through the 1800 number below or at your local toy store
So on and so forth
After hearing that ad I was absolutely attracted and
I traveled to the toy store to check out this new product
But when I got there I realized something
On the shelves there were no toys
Only mirrors packed in boxes
And it dawned on me that
I wasn't watching the attractive advertisements of an action figure
I was watching the maleficent madness of mainstream media
The idea is that the new trending and popularized toy that was being mass produced
Wasn't being produced in factories
It was being produced in attitudes
The mirror in packaging was to show us ourselves
In light of how we habitually blame others for the destruction of our world
The figurine I saw on television wasn't an exaggerated
A graded copy or model of man
It was man

Yeah, Dad
I'm at the studio
I'm at the studio, Dad
I'll be home soon I'm just trying to finish up a project
Aight, Dad

This verse is for conscious and monstrous alike
Immersed in a contest competing for life
It's worse than the pocket that's greedy for green
Telling me it hurts to go left when the money is right
What hurts for the victim is pleading for rights when the monster is conjuring up a demon for fight
What hurts for the victim is not so much the injury
It could be stress from sentencing to mental penitentiary
Church sing the mantra where the monster meets the hero
De Niro could meet a Focker
GodFather was pushed to zero
You weirdo, I put you in a fear
Look at these tears flow
Slow Sentiments in my sentence and I appear as though
I'm a doctor
Lyricism is medicinal
Pivotal demonstrations for spiritual levitation
False activism negating the consequences for hating
I'm Haitian
I'm hardly happy when happy just means complacent
Follow me
Here's an apology
And an optional optimal obstacle that could prolly free the impossible
I'm an alien. It's plausible that crop circles would end up on the brains of men
You still rocking the chains from them
We're getting bolder
Rock heavy weighing on shoulders and cliffs
Tormenting this as if it came from abyss
Coast to coast. We're ghosting the culture
We pinned like a poster
Consuming spewed dead rhetoric
In tune with the vultures
Just uh. Just bounce. Just bou bou bou bou bou bounce