B/aQ Majik

[Chorus]
You might hold me up but you can’t break me down though
You might slow me up but you can’t break me down though
Said you might hold me up but you can’t break me down though
You might slow me up but you can’t break me down though

[Verse 1]
It’s time to widen the gap
Too many people that rap
Too many people that claiming to be nice, lyrically they are wack
Some of you be making tracks, putting yourself on a pedestal for that
Like your sh*t is really different from the trap that they playing on the radio in fact all I hear is
Unoriginal, this sh*t is pitiful
And so it’s critical that I be critical
I’m sick of digital and all the ni**as who
Be claiming they be rapping on a chemical
Now tell me how you gonna stop this
You can’t even tell me how to ride this beat
That I got out of the tropics
If I was you, I would switch the topic
Don’t make me get on my Akan sh*t
Aye Ohene y3 fr3 mi prophet chaley Savànt b3y3 de hardest Adr3in tis3 Gh artist
You better listen to me, I got this
I been hot since 9-6
I supplied the hotness
Y’all just drop the nonsense

[Chorus]
You might hold me up but you can’t break me down though
You might slow me up but you can’t break me down though
Said you might hold me up but you can’t break me down though
You might slow me up but you can’t break me down though

Yeah, yeah

You can hold me up, but you can’t break me down though
You can slow me up, but you can’t break me down though
You can hold me up, but you can’t, listen

[Verse 2]
I guess I should accept it, I’ll never be accepted
It’s hard to see the world from someone else’s perspective
Even harder to tame ego and to be objective
Most people are victims of identities they perfected
This life is full of metrics that makes it like the Matrix
But anything that’s manmade to God is really makeshift
It hurts me in childhood heroes define ‘em cape-less
And find in unkind places you find the sages
The wisdom of the ages that’s hidden from the pages
And written on the hearts of the simpletons and babies
Still a mystery like the death of Dr. Sebi
If Pac was here, he’d say they tryin’ to drive me crazy
Filling my genre with them straight vultures
Got me feeling for Kanye on Kim K ultra
I love hip-hop, but I coulda found a better whore
It’s poetic, but at times I wonder what I met her for