Yo

[Intro: 2Pac & Slick Rick]
Y’know, every time I speak, I want the truth to come out. Y’know what I’m sayin? Every time I speak I wanna shiver. Y’know, I don’t want them to be—like, they know what I’m gonna say ‘cause it’s polite. They know what I’m gonna say! And even if I get in trouble, y’know what I’m sayin? That—ain’t that what we’re supposed to do? It’s—I’m not sayin’ I’m gonna rule the world or I’m gonna change the world, but I guarantee that I will spark the, the, the—the brain that will change the world, and that’s our job. It’s to spark somebody else watching us. We, we might not be the ones— (Like this)

[Verse 1: POETIK]
Yo, I got ’em rockin’ to a ghetto
When I do it elusive but never quite conclusive
They tryna fade me like barbers, why should I bother?
When I grip the mic to slaughter, they actin’ scary; I’m legendary
Tell me you ain’t know that, didn’t you get the memo?
I be robbin’ lil’ busters for marijuana and instrumentals
Kickin’ it with my partner, tradin’ war stories
Roll up on you like I’m [?], what you got on my [?]?
Yo, and my demeanor get meaner
When off the reefer, I’m cleaner
So when I light it, I’m above it like a pilot, uh
I’m not the spark, I’m the fire to the riot
So they want me quiet, try to crucify me like they [?]
A death suit, [?] just murder MCs
Jack the Ripper, the ether got me burnin’ MCs
Sharper than a line of coke off a guillotine edge
So young in this game, I’m O.G., you’re givin’ teen head
I’m keepin’ teens fed; talkin’, they stutter but I’m amusin’
Quotin' now; nada, my brother, I’m revolution
This is for my peeps in the cells, they breakin’ out
Fists in the air, screamin’ “Black Power” from a prison tower, yo

[Chorus: La Coco, POETIK & Slick Rick]
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la—
I got the world sayin’ “yo”
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la, la—
I got the world sayin’ “yo” (Like this)
La-la-la-la-la-la (Like this)
La-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 2: POETIK]
They askin’, “’Trey, how you do it?”
See, with this rappin’ I’m fluent and I influence the truest
From red to bluest, united a ghetto movement
Got the po-po nervous, fuck a government servant
With this mic I’m a surgeon, treat a rhyme like a sermon
To a dime, I be server, make ‘em feel like a virgin
I spit that hydro from the chronic
And we be posted on the block though it hard to find us
They tryna play me like a sell-out, I am not sold
I'd throw that ass off a rooftop like [?]
Vato play me like loco like Paco
Half [?], half hamo, El Niño when I flow, damn
Don’t be actin’ like my shit don’t bang
I’m from the 6-8-5, that’s forever
And I got more rhymes than Heathcliff got sweaters
Put it together like a pen and a pad, I got soul
How you know? One Samoan got the whole world sayin’ yo (*Like this*) (yo)

[Chorus: La Coco, POETIK & Slick Rick]
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la—
I got the world sayin’ “yo”
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la, la—
I got the world sayin’ “yo” (Like this)
La-la-la-la-la-la (Like this)
La-la-la-la-la-la

[Verse 3: POETIK & Slick Rick]
Came a long way since back in the day
Remember Tag and them ghetto-glyphics?
Don’t get it twisted with the rag
And I’m so specific, spit off the spliff and then I’m laughin’
Sometimes I’m different, clippin’, won’t hesitate to blast ‘em
Lyrical assassin, impeccable reaction
With the ricochets ‘till I play the game the way I wanna play
Listen to Billie Holiday on a holiday, smoke a holiday
Plottin', tryna find a way to elevate my mental state
Paper chasin’ deed today, just so my seed is straight
Paid off all my fees today, the fines were yesterday
Feastin’ up off that creepin’, runnin’ up off the weekend
‘Bout to throw ‘em off the beacon but I’m seekin’ if she wanna peek in
Gimme the mic so I can rock yo’ stage
I won’t stutter, I’m a bad mother—shut yo’ face!
You ain’t never gotta ask to know just who I be
I’m Apia, so Ventry don’t need no I-D
I’m good here, this is mine until I D-I-E
Or till Beyoncé lays down here beside me (*Like this*)
Thank you, please, very nice—

[Chorus: La Coco]
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la—
Oh-oh, la-la-la-la-la, la—

[Instrumental Outro]