Trapped Music - James Bomb

It’s for that next, next, y’all

It’s for that next, next, y’all

The flames of democracy assemble a bald eagle

Black people crushed under the mud of civilization

I’m the invisible man, these times are translucent

I’m too advanced for this heroin dance music

Rap fused with the confusion of a temporary high under the prescription drug

you using

Or the Molly that Miley’s on

Black entertainment via Viacom

Ironic that the icons who inspire on

They more than suck, they spit vampire songs

But here’s an alarm for your head

The Walking Dead is really The Walking Dead

You probably more zombied than we think we are

We gotta see beyond the bars of the Kendrick Lamar

It’s for that next, next, y’all

It’s for that next, next, y’all

The swimming pools of wisdom like racism is a view

It’s a system, the concept of race isn’t true

It’s an invention, you’re confused about the two

It’s not a mistake, it’s by intention

It’s on purpose, you don’t know your purpose

You said, «Damn, brother, that’s deep»

No, brother, that’s surface

But you a captive to this rap shit

What’s active on the radio really radioactive

That rotation got you complacent

At ease in your disease

They mastered the of ceremony of death through the breath of MC’s

They used to conjure up culture through the art of call and response

Call and response

Call and response

It’s for that next, next, y’all

It’s for that next, next, y’all

The paragraphs with the graphics

Through these spiritual fonts, we drew understanding on y’all

Through the «yes, yes, y’all»

It is not just for y’all

It’s for that next, next, y’all

And they spit the whole theme into your jeans

Your great-grandchildren are barbed on their head

They’re livin' in this scene

But this pornographic rap shit got us livin' obscene

Too turned up to turn down

That makes you a fiend

It’s for that next, next, y’all

It’s for that next, next, y’all