Idk - King Alfred lyrics

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron & IDK] Should there at any time become a clear and present danger Initiated by the radical elements threatening the operation of the government of the United States of America Members of this radical element shall be transported to detention centers Until such time as their threat has been eliminated Code King Alfred Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: IDK & Lil Yachty] Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back) Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat) Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at? Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy [Chorus: IDK] We shall overcome (Ayy) And if we don't, b*tch, you better run (Ayy) They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh [Verse 2: IDK] What's your rate? (What's your rate?) I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape (Phew) R.I.P. to STP the Great (R.I.P.) SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here) Ring a bell and make a ni**a late Like, what it do, Bob? This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag They was talkin' sh*t, now they talk to 2Pac Now they J.F.K. with the roof off [Chorus: IDK] Like we shall overcome (Ayy) And if we don't, b*tch, you better run (Ayy) They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh [Verse 3: IDK & Lil Yachty] Ayy, she know I'm daddy, so she goin' to Baghdad Like a militant, I make the lil' b*tch calm down, I'm a Ritalin Talk behind my back, but you actin' like you innocent We no longer cool, why you actin' like we friends again? When bass up, make a check hit I buy commercial real estate, not a necklace Someone throw a brick at my stepfather Lexus 11106, that's the address, b*tch Ayy, Bowie, Maryland, just to be exact He stole my mama house, ain't no G in that Countin' up my own money, now I'm free at last Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy [Chorus: IDK] We shall overcome (Ayy) And if we don't, b*tch, you better run (Ayy) They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) The money make the band sound—shh [Verse 4: IDK & Lil Yachty] Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back) Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat) Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at? Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy [Outro: Gil Scott-Heron] Um, it's 1972, an election year And, once again, Black people are running For their lives