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Mumble rappers going Platinum n***** like me scrapping
Rap used to be a fraternity now this shit's a pageant
Dudes playing dress up, the real ones are playing catch up
I'm struggling not to let up and puff my chest up and make it happen
This that shit for varsity captains
Leaders in action, activists marching with passion
Cannabis sparking I'm that lit, analyst point at an Atlas
Marking real on the map again, kin of the Africans
Crackers want me go back again, but my absence would shatter them
Life would be dark with no Lewis Latimer
Lately I've been like fuck it I've had it here, less confusion is added fear
This that shit they be mad to hear, lean fiendin will make em happier
Than, king, queen, and other vernacular of the nature
I write like a modern Shakespeare, I'm high like I'm on a spaceship
I cracked the code of the matrix
My heart is dark as my race is to racist who tried to wipe out the traces
Of royalty in our nature, enslaved us with our creator
They used to trade and degrade us, and now the prison enslave us
I'm using writtens and rhythms as algorithms to save us
This shit is deeper than paper, deep as a script in a movie
Niggas salute me with crucifixes and kufis nigga
God flow truly nigga, DON 4 uzi gripper
Scoping out you goofies with the toolie, and I do deliver
Order my steps when I run into these niggas
Denial ain't just a river like it should be if a
Nigga take a knee cause he don't pledge allegiance
To a symbol of the oppressed and you claim you don't see it
Very strategic, all the actors white in a movie bout Egypt
All the thugs are black in the news but I'm reaching
They even took the hair like wool off of Jesus
But I'm through preaching, young Solomon with the slip and I drew Brees it
I ain't a saint like West child, I used to be stressed out
Zika used to be West Nile, it's just more complex
Fuck it I'm on next, fuck fame count checks
Fuck foes in the end, I only remember the silence of friends
I might crawl in a foreign or pull up in a Benz
It's ironic now I got the lamb silencing them
I said I wanted to rap, they told me chances were slim
So I put some weight on, nigga get hate on
You don't appear on a real nigga radar
I turn the booth to a graveyard
When I fire like AR, SON I will get my spray on
Wrist in heavy rotation, whippin i got that steaksauce
We working you got to layoff, feel like I made the playoffs
I cannot take a day off..