Blanket of Ash - Pressure Cooker

sample:

you like rap?  no.
it's not that she doesn't like rap,
she just hasn't heard good rap.
why don't you do one for her?


with the phase on the bass
i'm in full effect
i come live and direct
because my head has been checked
i don't rhyme about dope, gats, or bitches
i don't rhyme about cars, wrist-watches, or riches
I'm on a positive tip
captain of this ship
I've been known to stumble
but only once have I tripped
I took a sip from the cup that is life
and I tasted
a thousand and one ways that my life has been wasted
times i tried and failed
worked hard and prevailed
got back on my feet
and like a king I was hailed
from the lowest low, to the highest high
i let the beat drop like a tear drop from my eye
i cry, ask why, must americans buy
sell, raise hell, but not consider the sky
or the earth, now a hearse, and we're all dead
I don't believe Dr. King wasn't killed by the feds
the FBI, the CIA
the satellites in the sky
spying on you and me
our every move is known
every place that we roam
the man got a tap on everybody's phone
it doesn't matter if you're black
or you're white or you're red
if they think you're too smart
they'll put a bullet through your head
fill you full of lead
lay you in a dirt bed
JFK wanted peace, now the man is dead
they say peace sells but nobody bought it
i kick a fresh rhyme on an old-school tip
the record skips, and hisses, and then it pops
everybody in the room scream "fuck the cops"
when I'm on the mic, time seems to stop and slow
I'm known coast-to-coast for my flow
if hell exists, I'm sure to go
until we die, we can never know
if indeed, my fate is written
there's no more reason for hatin' and bitchin'
no reason, to let life pass me by
we can all make a difference if we give it a try

sample:

the president is dead
the president of the united states is dead