Canibus, Bronze Nazareth - Mr. Montana... Thank You lyrics

Yo, Montana? (Yes I hear you)
He didn’t, he didn’t pick up, uh
Let me try, let me try to get him on
The line first and then once I have him
I’ll send you a message telling
You to call me back
(Alright man, okay, okay)

Mr montana, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve
Been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I
Ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

You never fronted, never sold me out
I apologize but that's not what this is about
This is about the direction
The world's spinning in
Occupy Hip Hop with Lisa Fithian
The powers that be are


Preparing for something
They definitely ain't preparing for nothing
I've been saying in my music for years
I tried to educate the audience - my peers
I tried to build with my brothers and sisters
Regardless of color or ethnic religion
Regardless of any financial position
It's tougher than talking to a brick wall
Looking for help to build an
Ark before Babylon fall
The fate of humanity is tailor made
We stuck between a rock and a razor blade
No substance - drunken -
Blinded by consumption
Marching towards our own destruction
Unawares, unprepared
Open they back - looking
For spine, nothing's there, just fear
The horrible beauty, humanity deserves it
To be mass murdered - look
At what they worship
Slaves and yet none of this please, s me
You know what I say, "The Dead got it easy"
We're Slaves and yet none of this please
S me
You know what I say, "The Dead got it easy"

Peace Nasir, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve
Been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I
Ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
The underground ain’t got
Nearly enough substance

Yo, Montana? He didn’t, he didn’t pick up
Let me try, let me try to get him on
The line first and then once I have him
I’ll send you a message

Conspiracy Worldwide sterilized
Alternative media radio stations got fired
All these little rappers still got dreams
They talk big money but they got beans
The ones who got more they got
More because they got yours
Either or they was on all fours
They're all just a bunch of whores
Security can't even afford lunch when
They go on tour the whole worlds a stage
All the way back to the Bronze Age
Man ain't a damn thing changed
So I don't care what they talkin' bout
They lie so much they ain't
Even worth calling out
They so far past being watered
Down they got cotton mouth
Bout to be starving from drought
Rap no longer educates the listener
Rap Music just pacifies prisoners
A Bat is just a flying Rat
You a lying piece of crap
Underground rap, nothing but a trap
You saved the world and they
Don't even know your name
God Rap Music ain't got no graveyard
I wouldn't wanna' be buried there anyway
Fuck YouTube and pennies they pay
You see Montana? This what we up against
If this is all we got
Then we ain't got nothing left
Hip Hop used to communicate ideas
That's right I got some smart ideas
I'm gettin' older and in all my years
I never thought music would
Manifest all my fears

Mr montana, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve
Been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I
Ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker i told you
The underground ain’t worth nothin’
The underground ain’t got
Nearly enough substance

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Just calling to let you that the
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You behind the register thank you