Evil Knievel (Remix)

Now tell em why you mad folk
You can hear this flame spittin on this damn coast
Matter fact you the dopest in the stratosphere vocally annihilate entire rap vocabularies
But black rage run hot through my blood vessels
I'm part run away slave part hood missile
Cuz these street keep tryna get me back with em
Dreams don't survive for too long in the black ghetto
What you know about awaken smellin crack smoke
What you know about them jumpouts at your back door
What you know about 7 years old seeing daddy with a bullet hole in the middle of his back doe?
But that's too much for em, cuz they don't want you too exposed unless you hotentot, ass and bare flesh for em
I'm Black Moses with a pistol at their neck for em, running the underground with my masters tryna collect for em
But you don't follow though
And im not gonna work, twerk or live to jerk you off just to turn the freakin volume up
I'll molest your lil conscience like an archbishop make you pray for absolution til all your sins have been forgiven
I'm still livid about the memories of my grandfather, sharecropped em but it's all to feed his fam proper
Daughter raped at 12 by the cracka land owner, who you think that they believe the nigga or they clan brother?
And that's the typa shit your old America stand on, you act like you surprised when 5-0 start sprayin on ya
They traded the noose to feel they hands around the warm throat
And then the world watched em skate after Eric Garner choked
But yes I can breathe
You won't intimidate or silence me, a whole band of pirates right beside me
Bout to liberate your airways like a muh-effin people's army
And yall gon hear us loud and clear to we get free ya heard me