Smarten Up

[Unknown speaker]
(I will sleep here until you are out, and I mean it. I want you out.)

[Verse]
Don’t let the music fool you
You ain’t running shit the opposite of Metamucil
I can do what you do on the mic and produce you
It’s crucial, when I perform in rap it’s like it’s voodoo
The game is YouTube and I am like Google
Meaning I owned it just in case it confuse you
The type of wizardry that I spit to beats is unusual
Unlike trap, requires you to use your noodles
I’m one of the big dogs, not these poodles
Apples and oranges, Bentleys, Isuzus
I give a damn about opinions from these new dudes
When I be getting love from a who’s who with a true school
So divine how I flow the rhyme
Can’t be described with no emoticon that you can throw online
The hottest thoughts from the coldest mind
With coded lines and parables from the oldest times
They say O’hen’s killing this
I sit on God’s lap, he’s the ventriloquist
But the pen skills exist
I’m a modern day Twain, [?] Philly slang
When I say “bo,” cats up north know what I’m saying
Critical pieces, my speeches are Mona Lisas
LPs is fragments’ll be the code of Jesus
I forgot, nowadays ni**as are nonbelievers
Since the internet gave ‘em a voice, a lot are divas
But what I look like taking advice from non-achievers
You need a lot more ‘cause opinions cannot defeat us
I’m an elitist followed by leeches
Some of the legends that I respect I expect it ‘cause I’m a genius
A emcee with the mind of Quincy
Only difference is Q had a score, I be on a MP
Grew up on the streets of Accra on [?]
And intrigue people by rapping in English and Twi
International, some motherland ish
You need a passport and visa to understand this
Fuck a one man band shit, I’m a one man label
Pretty soon I’ll be a industry, don’t say what I can’t do
‘cause I garner without being a goner
The type of honor and dignity they give to a martyr
Gotta be Mick Jagger all the styles that I fathered
That’s a rolling stone, for you guys that’s not smarter
The author of horror the moment I’m brought up
To the artists who borrow and rob from our coffers
You must be on cough syrup thinking you hard sh*t
Oh, sorry, the percs, that’s cool ‘cause I’m off it

[Song Outro]
Listen, while they smarten up, they tell you to dumb it down. Then they go and take your culture and ask you to do another sound. Imagine that. Well no matter what they tell you and no matter what trend they try to sell you, don’t let ‘em throw out your past. Keep it soulful, keep it ghetto, keep it funky, keep it black