Infectious flows and biting commentary defines Ryan Carter’s intense trip of “Trump’s Throne”. Nicely capturing the zeitgeist of this very moment, there is a great deal of poetry infused within his carefully crafted versus.
lyrics
[VERSE 1]
Almost 2020 and I'm still in my prime
not insane, but I live in my mind
this country way out of line
useless talk, while guns wastin' our life
they don't want to find solutions
they just want a piece of the pie
tough to love, so we rather lust
I'm aiming for a long haul, hoping the police are just
white is safe, but on me yo they rather bust
In God we trust, the Klansmen that they send for us
call me paranoid, fucker, be dumb and doubt it
Who's the left? Who's the right? argue pointless hours
Run through these killing fields, don't get devoured
Nowadays kids resort to parents firepower
guns, death, and hate, we've all gone numb
Might overdose if you take it in one lump sum
police now return fire to young ones
Kevlar is manufacturin' the cloth that our flag's from
[VERSE 2]
I be laughin' at the screen, they flying brooms and chanting hexes
Only time I get cranky is when I'm watching Netflix
stop it! I'm watching Bella Ramsey, quiet please!
Alright I leave you alone to watch your wizards, witch and kids"
Geez, you had to make it weird with a passion
no ulterior motive, just a show I love.. move on
on average, each album is a four-star
but I stay humble, all thanks to the fans ya'll
I can't find the haters, they've been displaced
they sitting under my butt, now how my ass taste?
SHOUT OUT - TO SHAQ, its about to go down
rappers now can't rhyme multiple lines, several times. wow
Bigups to Nebraskans
"Equality before the law", shout to them bro, that's the line, yo
Let my lyrics teach you what the leaders can't
we are all the same, its all love, ignore the hate crap
[VERSE 3]
Carter's in the house, the Caucasians catch black fright
because of this fucking country, to survive.. I gotta act white
strobe lights, stop by Starbucks for a quick bite
cops see we unarmed, they engage in a gun fight
to be considered a threat by these snakes who don't respect rights
hating on our culture, that they swiper-swipe, ass-wipes
they claim their enraged, our songs unrly or promote fights
hours later, online, reciting every damn line
Look around America, its so scurry
mass shootings, red hats, fire and fury
your culture ain't got shit to say, it ain't helpin the hate or dismay
lady liberty a dope, Cosby poured a drink yo, and then she hit the hay
she drank it up, he got laid
dreams of being a star, shoulda went for it a different way
destruction, that's the component
tearing up the world in a historical moment
its atrocious, fuck being braggadocious
once was about skills and rhymes, but nobody knows where it went?
we so lost, we almost stumbled on the path again
dick-measuring nukes, but ain't man enough to talk with them
(21 TRILLION) debt is steady rollin
War is funded like a blessin', but the battles in the home
7 albums in, I'm surprised I'm still goin
Yeah this all started, writing a Melissa Hart poem
If you say "Melissa who?", you don't know me
No different than a pack of haters ready to troll 'em
mind-numbing party, hosted by Steve Harvey
I'm Whitty, quick, intelligent, some would say "gnarly"
down for anything: skydiving, calamari
In a foreign country they ask: "from where the hell are we?"
where decency is long gone, the wicked country I still call home
sitting in despair on Trump's throne.
credits
released July 4, 2018
[Silver Age/Crazyone Studios/Crazyone-Worldwide(ASCAP)]
G.Andrinopoulos, S.Ryan, J.Hunter, D.Dumile, R.Carter
Recorded at: Calloway Studios
Assisted by: Artis Calloway
Edited & Mixed by: Ryan Carter
Mastered by: Ryan Carter
Mastered at: Crazyone Studios
Featured on upcoming Ryan Carter full-length LP: HUMAN ERROR
