[Verse]
Not exactly a social activist
I'm A.I. when comes to your phony practices
Don't greet me with contempt
My hands dirty
Reluctantly give 'em five like Will in Pursuit of Happyness
Once again it's on
My career's been long, that's due to craftiness
Do your math on this
A thin line between haters and who you laughing with
That's too accurate, I'm too passionate
A different nigga
I'm in a different space had to get to them hidden figures
I leave with little trace had to get to the bigger picture
And make the kind of music my people can raise a fist to
This ain't a scripture, it's not a Bible quote
They got the wrong ideas, just got the right approach
The last couple years trying to ignite the coast
To all Hip-Hop enthusiasts not including this
It's pure foolishness
And yet despite your post
I leave with one arm raised, I got the shooter's wrist
Y'all niggas knew the risk
Some niggas can't play right, here go the movie script
Some niggas can't stay tight, that's how you lose your grip
Here go the proof he's sick
I transcend religion, don't let your kufi slip, nigga
I think y'all remember this picture
Hear them talking they shit but I can't defend all the whispers
I brush 'em off in all my splendid and vigor
'Cause niggas who made soft just never tend to deliver
Every line is cryptic, you can't risk it
Rewind back if you missed it
Like hieroglyphics, it's too brief to see it
My mind is like a pyramid buried deep in Egypt
Leave every street depleted, you petty thieves could see it
Yeah, won't apologize for lyrics
Take back our music, monopolize and share it
Yeah, you ain't gotta try and hear it
They streamed of all your dreams and monetized your spirit, damn
Contempt was written by Ransom.
Contempt was produced by Deric “D-Dot” Angelettie.