[Intro] *(Haunting Shinnecock chants blend with distorted subway sounds, layered with Gil Scott Heron-esque spoken word snippets and a drill b**t erupting into skat ad-libs)* [Verse 1] Yo, they say the Don split the nation like a fuckin’ chainsaw— White hoods cheered while the ACLU clawed at the law. “Build the wall!” but his tongue built a cage, Racial flames fanned, turnin’ tweets to a stage. Studies say his supporters got bold, spittin’ slurs like it’s gold, “Muslims dirty, Mexicans thieves”—now they screamin’ it cold. But check the stats: 2024, Black and Brown votes creepin’ higher, Ain’t that a twisted fuckin’ choir? *God damn liars.* [Chorus] Complex contradictions, racist polemics with traction— Preach resentment, but the margins in action. White Jesus smiles while the trap snare cracks, Minority love in a hate-stained pact. *What’s the facts?* [Verse 2] Wiki his history: Central Park Five to the “shithole” chants, Affirmative Action axed, but Latinos in his camps. Taylor & Francis say Black rage got a price— Sold our pain for a check, now we stuck in the vice. “Socially acceptable prejudice,” that’s the journal’s cold take, But my people still starin’ at the ballot like it’s a snake. Trump huggin’ flags, supremacists winkin’ in suits, Yet here we are—debatin’ which boot’s worth the roots. [Bridge] *(Soulful-gospel hums cut by aggressive skat rhythms)* Is this a multiracial mirage or a pyramid scheme? Racial resentment’s the fuel, but the polls gleam. A fuckin’ paradox wrapped in MAGA-red tape, We heal in Allah’s light while they dig our grave. [Outro] *(Drill b**t disintegrates into Algonquian flute samples and Kendrick-style muttered poetry)*