Why is it everytime a black man gives up the real
Concious lookin' out to get you killed but still ?
I stand on my throne all alone
In the battlezone holding my chrome
So let's get it on im signing Armageddon
Why these muthafukkaz keep on lettin'
All this corny **** ride for hip hop nothing but slop
As i climb my way back to the top to drop
These lames dressing like dames that claim
They got the game on lock
But the only thing they got locked
is their jaws on the labels *****
**** that I spray **** on the walls of the stalls
My pen skills sicker than John Wick take a pick
White America you ain't **** without the black folks pit
See how much money they profit hard to drop it
The topic i see the madness within my sharp optics
Eagle view only a few view what I view
A black dead mans soul trails can be smelled
From the culture vultures that sail
All around to find the perfect sound
Only to water down the souls that pound
Deep into the heart of the ghetto never let go
Though the heart moniters thin take sips of dry gin
Tryin' to stop the sins but they label me a hater once again
Seems like black artist can never win?
When Elvis impersonated all types of black gospel artist then when
Chuck Berry was doing it all in
The forties now they wanna change the story
White washing music you can tell by the bland acoustic
No feeling you can't teach it or preach it
It's gotta be felt from within I'm still living
Proof that anything we invent they hate to admit
Steal out **** and try to circumvent
Issues here's a tissue I'm here to **** you
Off cuz we know you deep down you soft
Come try and test me I got the whole hood with me
So if you thinking you walking away free
Better plea like Bronson did to Ghostface
Beat the case cuz we keep the courts laced
In Ponzi money schemes living out the dream
I'm reality shattering the false imagery
So go ahead and get mad at me I know we
Aint gone see eye to eye so go cry
And add ya tears to thr river so i can deliver
More spells from Godspells where Satan dwells
My melanin never fails catching the frails
Slippin' mute all the wannabes listening
Check the clocks that tickin' see the white chickens
Picking and looking for black ***** to take in
To keep up their stock what a sick world
We livin' in im tryna "get out" but they love me too much cuz of our earthly clouts