JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) [What So Not Remix]

Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (Slave) Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (Slave) Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (Shit) Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it?) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah) Look at all these slave masters Ayy Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (Make money) Every time on my grind, I'm just tryna shine (Stay sunny) Make a dollar, government, they want a dozen dimes (No cap) The petty kind, might kill ya 'cause they see you shine (Stay strapped) I done had to have a talk with myself plenty times (For real) Am I a hypocrite 'cause I know I did plenty crimes? (Yes, I'm is) I get broke too many times, I might slang some dimes (Back to trappin') You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? Ooh (How that happen?) And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (Ooh) Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (They do) And I told you once befo' that you should kill your master (It's true) Now that's the line that's probably gon' get my ass a-assassinated (Yeah-yeah, yeah) Master of these politics, you swear that you got options (Slave, yeah) Master of opinion 'cause you vote with the white collar (Slave) The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (Shit) Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (Get it?) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it?) Look at all these slave masters (Ayy) posin' on yo' dollar (Get it? Yeah) Look at all these slave masters (Confucius say) Man, you better duck out, get the bag and then bug out (Uh) Try to run home, you might run your luck out 'Cause just when your bases loaded They'll roll a grenade in the dugout (You're out) Earth folk, not a mellow bunch We got our thumbs in the air like Hell or bust (Uh) Look at who we done blessed with our trust I don't think we'll be left with too much Hand on my heart and my mind on my drugs Got a Vonnegut punch for your Atlas shrug They love to not love, it's just that dumb Lord, sweet Buddha, please make me numb Brain bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba Just found out his creator's stupid Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin' Beep beep, Richie, this is New York City The X on the map where the pain keep hitting Just us ducks here sitting Where murderous chokehold cops still earnin' a livin' Funny how some say money don't matter That's rich now, isn't it? Get it? Comedy Try to sell a pack of smokes to get food Get killed and it's not an anomaly But hey, it's just money Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (Slave, yeah) Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (Slave) Mastered Instagram 'cause you can instigate a follow (Shit, yeah) Look at all these slave masters (Yeah-yeah) Let it sink in (Yeah) 20/20, run the map Raw, I'm uncut in my hourglass Don't watch it spill to the bottom half You see the piece, now run it fast On the tarmac in a Starter jack C4 when I run it back Like a track star run a record lap Nah, like when his needle catch (Yeah) Clean look, poet pugilist A shooter's view, a Zapruder flick (Yeah) Too rude for ya rudiments Who convinced you you could move against the crew in this Comin' up through the fence Offshore outta Port-au-Prince (Yeah) Louverture left his fingerprints On our hearts at the gate and the world our residence How can we be the peace When the beast gonna reach for the worst? (Yeah) Tear all the flesh off the Earth Stage set for a deafening reckoning Quick like the pace of a verse So I'm questioning this quest for things As a recipe for early death threatening (Yeah) But the breath in me is weaponry For you, it's just money