[Verse 1]
k** A voice
The Irish kid from Illinois
The sh** I rap about
Finally it makes the score
Tell a who*e
I found her father
f**ing her step mother
Behind closed doors and uh you know
Yeah I'm against racism and all that
But what's more important was
How that pink cat get so fat
This media controls our mind
You don't actually believe me
Exactly why you seem to lack
This knowledge of course
Why you wonder why you're sore
(Deep voice) Damn Kota
Man f** all that
k**ing our race
But we hide behind faces
Leave a hot gun for them to trace
You n***as love attention
So you go and catch a case
Want somebody to bail you out
But that's money to waist
And all that gun sh** you talking
Man It doesn't even faze
We act so n******gly
They all want us in a cage
Now let's all hold hands
And say The Kota's Grace
(fades out) grace.. grace... grace