I have this nightmare with the tendency repeatedly
to place me in a world without some vodka only Hennessy
Swedish colonize America and 13 colonies
and every one is socialist, the Tea Party is most black,
And the sons of Protestant German immigrants were smokin' crack
And I don't have an iphone just to be textin' these bitches back,
They say you oughta be more subtle,
But me I get it poppin' like the housing market's bubble
I party like it's '08,
Half my Korean brothers call me tongseng,
shout out to my Americans still stuck in tent cities
Got jobs they send abroad, but then they tell me that they're with me,
Rest in Peace Steve Jobs, but how we lost Whitney?
It was before Bobby came, it was the moment that the coca plant
had became cocaine, this is a very old thing.
This is the world we all came into, know that it's not a game
This is the blue tooth given to Hutus, who can find you in a plane,
this the democratizing of war, this is bullets blood and pain
this is when Nicaragua suffered and South Central did the same.
and niggas couldn't make connections, money over all discretion
you ever starve next to a mob with Bentleys like confessions
"I'm sorry ya'll, I did it, but this is what I got."
And every body thinks
"If I could too, my nigga, how could I not?
So we don't blame you,
don't let our blood stain you,
but when we turn to angels
just remember is the angle worth your soul?"
I ain't impressed by centerfolds, talk to me 'bout protein chains,
You ain't gotta go college to feel like you're worth a thing.
It ain't the books that done taught me, one thing I saw in class
was pretty toes, lip gloss shows, and in Summer nothing but ass.
Pick a book up then you read it, recite it and repeat it
I'd say "Nah ya'll, this is bullshit," we'd discuss on some g' shit.
You think you know the structures that doesn't mean that you're a genius
'cause with fifty names for processes you don't more of what a tree is.
And if I beat your ass for talking shit
Then what does Brönte mean.
You can turn a page and feel smart,
and that don't mean you breathe.
But when we're alive, we do it right
and do it 'til we bleed.
Fuck suicide, I stay true to life, I'm trying to water all these seeds
They wonder why we do it all, I say when I be riding these beats
it's like the Earth and Mind one and the head and mouth are three
So the style stays stingin', even if it's all for free
99% my ass, the recession really started in '03.
- Hip Hop