OVL (Icon Okee x Moufpece Da Rippa) - Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Icon Okee] Got a heart full of coal Can't stop I just go… like Spartans in droves Noah's Ark with the flow How hard do this go? Picture all Black Robbin' like "Whoa!" Get down on the floor… With your whips and your chains, n***as industry slaves Shuckin', jivin' and coonin' All the glitz and the fame, all the sh** that you say Why you lyin'? It's bullsh** Put the p**y on the chainwax, put the p**y on the chainwax This that new sh** “Oh you tryna start a thing huh? Ain't nobody ever say that! I just googled it!” For my fam, I'm beastin', like Liam Neeson You don't like me? You tweakin' You ain't never as good like reheated pizza Fat lady sing like Sia I see ya like “cia”; CIA Yeah we need prenup You Bia Bia, take you back in the day Skull and the crossbones What it say on my tombstone? I'm a dead man walkin' Native Undertaker, I'ma bury every hater… in a fresh a** coffin Y'all n***as on some bullsh** [Hook: Malcom X] "After kidnapping millions of black people from Africa, stripping them of all human characteristics and relegating them to the role of chattle or cattle or animals, commodity, merchandise that could be bought and sold at will... and then 100 years since the emancipation proclamation, using any type of deceptive method to further us into slavery, I think that it would take a whole lot of nerve for white people today to ask negros 'do they hate them'." [Verse 2: Moufpece Da Rippa] I'm a human train wreck Hopped off the train tracks, n***a choo'n choo'n And Suwoop'n Picked up the mic had to put down the hoopin' Where im from you a target if you ballin' too much You talkin' too much You puffin on that gas and its charging you up n***a I will Sgt. Slaughter you up Pistols, shotguns, choppas and stuff Man what the f**, all these half a** trappers f** all these racist a** crackers 180, yeah b**h, excuse my backwards Hollow tips reverse him backwards Twisting my Vega and Backwoods Because my ancestors went through back woods Now my metal detectors on backpacks Im from the 80s era of the mad crack n***a you ain't even seen half that Where your battle scars? Where your tags at? Rappers need to worry about their ASCAP Before their rapping a** gets their a** capped f** your approval and hand daps Fake a** smiles and hand claps This all grind no handouts Shut your mouth before its man down I shoot all guns til the last round Kick out, reload, pow pow! Or get Deebo'd, “who want it now?” It ain't two hand touch when you out-of-bounds f** a** boy... [Outro: Bob Dylan] Reporter: Why do you still do it why are you still out here? Bob Dylan: Well it goes back to the destiny thing, I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago and I'm holding up my end... Reporter: What was your bargain? Bob Dylan: To get where I am now... Reporter: Should I ask you who you made the bargain with? Bob Dylan: -laughter- you know with the chief commander Reporter: On this earth? Bob Dylan: -laughter- yeah on this earth and then in a world we can't see