[Verse 1: Icon Okee]
Sit down and talk to me
I shall warrant no apologies
The nerve of you n***as, and I ain't talkin' Neurology
Big Brother's watchin' me, wanna blind me subconsciously
Paleontology, alien gods, it's all a mockery
The lies, monopoly, race baitin' headlines constantly
They diss her since her skin is chocolatey, eyes mahogany
Here we go, you wanna make a trend out the torture
But n***a no, it's real, ain't no end to the torment
So who's turn is it? One wrong turn, we turnin' in
The truth is permanent, royal hermits under the firmament
They know it all, but they don't know sh**
Turned a symbol of God's promise to some h*mo sh**?
Aww! Aww! That's a low-blow hit
Adam and Adam get wedded while the homies get wetted
“Keep it under 5 hundred mill,” blood it will spill
Our brothers get k**ed, and everyone's like f** it, for real
[Verse 2: Moufpece Da Rippa]
Real n***a sh**
I see your true colors not your new colors
I thought I knew brothers, but they true s**ers
No time for no handouts, no hand daps
For them days I had doubts, no hand claps
No radio play, no tour DJ
No stadium play (I) can barely get out of this state
Get fired from every job that I'm hired in
Bills always due, play the violins
Cops on pursuit commit violence
Pay dues or die over nonsense
Lake dried where I used to find peace at
Friends die everyday; R.I.P. hats
Child born in a cruel world, new girl
Born a black man then you got half a chance
Like half a leg, or half a hand
A n***a's still a n***a even if he is Dapper Dan
[Verse 3: Icon Okee]
Government lyin' to us
Life flash in front of your eyes before you're realizing why they do it
f** it, let's get right to it
Politician: Liar, liar pants on fire ignited by Lucifer's lighter fluid
Governor is a fool if he thinks that he's not included
Real heel, wanna catch heat? I'll show ya how to do it
Critics sayin' I done blew it
Criticizin' my life like I ain't been through it, screw it, that's minor bullsh**
Before they do it, every time I knew it
They want me and my guys to lose it
So they can claim that I influence every adolescent with bad gestures and violent music
I'm the truest in the art-form, how is it I abuse it?
[Verse 4: Moufpece Da Rippa]
Who want what? Ain't no peace in these war times
Protest ain't worth it, peace ain't working
I apply pressure then apply it to my lecture
Cashing checks and taking names then I add it to my ledger
My mind militant in every single measure
I even wear camo so you can't see me better
Tell them simple minded n***as simmer down
Because the n***as with intellect get respect in this town
And my n***as coming for nothing less than then crown
And these funny n***a's styles like Bozo the clown
I won't crack a smile