[Intro: Isa Muhamad]
Hey n***a, I ain't about to keep rapping for free
They k**ing n***as in the street, supposedly
n***as in dashikis and shooting n***as off rooftops
And sh** n***a, this sh** going crazy n***a
I need my f**ing M's n***a, real talk, Isa Muhammad
[Verse: Isa Muhammad]
Slave blood Apartheid, Malcom X and King died
Jesse Jackson's Mustache, Al Sharpton's Perm Sweat
Police coming keep sweat, I suspect you keep Tecs
Wu-Tang Protect Ya Neck, Mike Xavier Johnson sh**
Drones k**ed the children still, I ain't even got a deal
I was in the mansion once occupied by Holyfield
Cotton picked out in the field, strange fruit is growing still
All my n***as know it's sk**, like HIV and Cloverfield
Like bullets through my brothers' skin
They better hope that Trump don't win
Or ashes will be in the wind
Like Rodney King was beat again
I'm Huey P, I'm Eldridge Cleaver
Turn the skeptics to believer
Turn a bad b**h to a diva
Corner three, I'm Trevor Ariza
Throw a Flag I'm refereeing
Rappers y'all just out of season
Rapping for no f**ing reason
Bars gon' give me charge of Treason
I'm a f**ing Mausoleum
My Futures way too bright for seeing
All I know is Carpe Diem, f** n***as I don't see em
LSD and Shrooms in case so I can take the pain away
And put it all up in the page
And make it seem like Nicolas Cage
My soul is trapped up in the maze
My mind is somewhere out of space
I don't recognize my face, all my thoughts without a trace
I got Sean Carter's Taste, I got William Roger's Swagger
I ain't see no Pentagrams, ain't no blood covered daggers
They gon' keep k**in' n***as, Black Lives Doesn't Matter
[Outro: Isa Muhammad]
Hey, this is for motherf**ing all y'all n***as out there
Scared and sh** of the motherf**ing police
What the f** you scared of, n***a?
You the motherf**ing black man, n***a
You the f**ing Original Man, n***a
The f** you scared of, n***a?
Stand up black man, quit being a b**h, n***a
f**ing take care of your families and sh**, n***a
Protect your motherf**ing communities, n***a
Get your bread up, n***a
Quit being a bummy-a** n***a, blood
Get your bread up, my n***a
This sh** real in the field, my n***a
This ain't no motherf**ing game, n***a
This the end of time, n***a
They want us dead, n***a
They want us out of the motherf**ing picture
Dead, In Jail before 25, n***a
You already know what it is, n***a
f**ing Isa Muhammad, n***a
f**ing Maybach Music, n***a
Can't f** with us, n***a
Can't stop this sh**, n***a
We gon' be way too rich to k**, n***a