InKongnito

(Chorus)
Up until the men drop needles
When them cops hit spots I’m inKongnito. Cause
We get shot legal, and pen marks lift hearts
I’m king not negro

I hide in halls when I’m writing watching behind me all
The sirens dart and line the block the tyrants want us silent
False compliance got me fine I’m alive and all
But a minor problem I am not ciphering when others died from their dialogue
I am likely a tiny cog, teeth a grinding the grimy blocks
And winding clocks, would I be as mighty if all the writing stopped?

Who’s to judge? The judges rulings suck
Consumers moving up to Oakland viewing us
Like we’re tumors so they’re removing us
Dreams are doomed in Kruger’s clutch
Deeming you a demon fool or heathens what they do to ya
Reasons? Who producing one?
The news is nuts and cruel as fuck
Cops are cool with guns leave you mangled label you as thug
But who are you to trust?
You erupt at those you knew and love
Pressure proves too much
Bet they’ll threaten to Arrest or
Shoot you if you do enough
Use your gut
Center your mind
Cause if you’re persistent they’re ending your life so

(Chorus)
Up until the men drop needles
When them cops hit spots I’m inKongnito. Cause
We get shot legal, and pen marks lift hearts
I’m king not negro

Maybe it’s feeble to deny the hate and prejudice
I’ll write away thru night and day with pride in shades of melanin
To hell with it you try to make my kind as slave you jealous bitch
I’ll rise in rank and fight and change the ghetto for our betterment

Your wallets where Giapetto lives
Washington to Benjamin
Politics and censorship
Are bought when dollars enter in

Admit the shit
The cops are cowards thugs
That don’t amount to much but rounds and guns
Surround your sons and shout and shoot they’re bound in cuffs

They found the drugs?
The hours up and bowsers got your power ups
You’re down to plumb craziness
Miss crane insists the showers shut
The sound of cuts you lay
Are something greAt
It’s so astounding but
They’re out to hunt with hounds and shut you out
They’re full of sour stuff

I’m more enraged I forge to formulate
A more abhorrent state of mind
With gore and blades when performing my core is Norma bates
Mourn the slave but forced a change I coordinate a war to wage
For sure insane with nothing apparent I swear I’m orphan brained

I was born and raised as your lordship
But worship the lord and pray
A gorgeous moorish face full of fortune
Don’t need no Jordan’s laced

Important taste, a falcon to eat the hare in the tortoise race
I need a beat and snare what I speak is rare and a force to face

Short on shame, no more more the same
My words are morbid brace for horrid pain
You metaphorically getting your organs ate
Imma forge my way
From the poorest space
To support and save
...
Judges and wardens wanna give me a court and case
So

(Chorus)
Up until the men drop needles
When them cops hit spots I’m inKongnito. Cause
We get shot legal, and pen marks lift hearts
I’m king not negro

Plus
We’ve been called evil
We’ve been shot, been robbed, been our heroes. And
We’ve been all ego, but when cops hit spots were inkongnito