I know a lot of you don’t like hip-hop, but I was rockin’ out to a Mr.Lif album this morning and was surprised by the lyrical quality and social relevance of this song:
Go to the beach and realize you got a scanline across your tanline.
And find microchips in your hands, fluid in your Grands; as a result of somebody else’s plans, that nobody really understands. Even though it spans across lands, African soils to Arabian sands. It’s airborne, yet it seeps through them.A new disease that you caught a Micky D’s, in your quarter pounder with cheese. Order with ease, super-size please. Can you believe? People don’t even survive through the drive-thru, and they thought they were live too. Pullin’ off, pumping raw bass, stuffin’ fries in they face.
Over a billion served what they never deserved. Soles, they drove away, they swerved into the curb. With they head on the steerin’ wheel, Kids blacked out in the back with the fuckin’ happy meal. What a crappy deal. But it was only 4.99, so there’s more people in line. Yeah the plan’s workin’ fine. The parkin’ lot is now a burial plot, where you can park and rot, if you can find a spot.
~Mr. Lif - The Fries