INVECTIVE: something uttered or written, intended to cast disgrace, censure, or reproach on another; a harsh or reproachful accusation.

Annihilate hate toward me with cold-blooded love in my odes
The chrome mesh of the mic is wetted, and ready for the rust to grow
Coded verses immersed in saliva liver than the most
Who are coasting through this life with lies in their boasts
My foes are like friends, always with me till the end
And inspire the expansion of my rhyme disciplines
Through ingested unhappiness to digest and infect
Bitterness is swallowed and it's chased with disrespect
My intellect was born in the depths of the struggle
Against what's kept on the humble with invective so subtle

In other words, it keeps me guessing:

Which way's up, down, sideways, your way, my way?
I have no idea. That's why I stay in every direction spraying
My beliefs and theses through vocals, literature, and telekinesis
Cutting through the feces and blowing covers to pieces
Releasing frustration and aggravation, tagging the nation
With "No More Prisons" envision education
You can "Free Mumia" or you follow the leader
Or you can obey the giant and keep a workhorse demeanor
Like the pork on the horse that detained me for abstaining
From staining the ground with my blood and brains and I
Can't ascertain how the same frame of mind
Can ask me to kill in the name of what's mine
When really it's his and his constituents''ignorance
That pervades a vain view, when in plain view it's belligerence
What they have the balls to call peace is a deadlier beast
Than Beowulf's Grendel with intentional beef
These crusaders, propagators, slave traders, invaders
Raiders of lost art, and art hurts! From the hate of
Their reactionary tactics that blast through the backs of
The last of the masters of actual counter-action
Don't heed these hedonists and bleed for allegiance
They expose their own people to man-made diseases
Pleased as a pig in the mud while your blood is spilled
The ditch you dug is filled with the crimson flood of guilt
What they want they will to happen and they will enact draconian fascism
And when the fate of civil liberties is at liberty to class-ism
Passion in art is lost from the start
Through bio-political control of your heart
They breed insolence, arrogance, and ignorance
In your children's experience of pledging allegiance
Followed by egregious attempts of squeezing your necks
With the clutch of bad credit, high rent, and bounced checks
Villainous pillagers armed with something more subtle than dillingers
With enough weight to sink you quicker in the river

I will wave my American flag to fan the fire that it's caught in
Beg for Armageddon and regulate my own damn ends
The fandango's dead for you partygoers in your gasmasks and armed with Flamethrowers
Your SUV motors are running to catch a ride through the Gates of Hell and Prepare your genocide
As you hide in the shelter of the wretched womb you have destroyed by
Your own fucking pride

Deceptive weaponry that renders perception ineffective
And effectively ends revolutions in seconds
Your television, radio, and internet connections
Are infected with invective against the unprotected