Mick Jenkins - Rude Awakening lyrics

Rude Awakening (ft. Mick Jenkins & Louis Farrakhan) (Peod By. Luke White) (Verse 1: Dejuan Whaley) Bucket of cold water dumped on all my disbelievers. Black mamba demeanor proficient in my procedure. A leader among ponds, labeled as problematic simply since my mechanics won't keep my people in traffic headed nowhere fast and sinking like titanic. Food for thought is organic, the Savior no need to panic. Hip-Hop saluting since my knowledge Isaac Newton, establishing a solution plan to conquer pollution and dilution of Hip-Hop. They don't want to hear about a struggle just a wristwatch, catching bodies with a Glock cooking crack on the stove top. Simply an elaborate plot, it's got to stop like red lights but it keeps on speeding, the cycle it keeps repeating our woman it keeps demeaning, our culture was founded on a message that contained a meaning. Now all of you rappers stereotypical compromising your people for additional residual, Satan's the god of music the written predictions biblical, apocalypse approaching getting closer to the pinnacle, 911 subliminals but you label us the criminals, despicable, we're at war, I'm questioning if it's winnable, but my apologies you don't want to hear about philosophies, conspiracy theories and these prophecies. Who wants to hear that complicated terminology? You rather hear about how I'm stacking up my broccoli, carnal desires and barely practicing monogamy, pill popping constantly could teach you pharmacology (Verse 2: Mick Jenkins) You see the plan was to smoke to this and then forget what I wrote to this. That's just how a n***a cope with this his. Often k** them with the openness, I let skeletons out of my closet like poltergeist, I'm a pro at this. Raising the bar the way Pro Volten is, I'm at home feeling McCauley Caulking in this game. Six foot, 5 inches, his frame holds art, brush strokes might start to make you feel Mozart in your veins. I run past it, Wolf-Gang in my past tense, I just keep feeding them cla**ics, Whoah Amadeus! That's what they saying tryna play us. Like I'm not allowed to have the pa**ion? Like I'm talking checks like I can't cash them? Naw, We'll watch the rock drop and Dame Dash'em. Get your sh** tapered up and tight casted in the same fashion. No need for me to switch lanes, tryna gain traction. What the f**!? n***as only fact-finders in my faction yeah, it's Free-Nation fallacies'll never happen on records, 10 kings moving backwards that's checkers, we don't play the game, we can play some chocolate factory, tell these n***as get to stepping, for my n***as get to stressing, iPhones with the weapons they'll be aiming at your Apple, fam this ain't no County West-In, get your Granny Smith & Wesson. That bullet was meant for you instead it hit that little girl I guess somebody missed a blessing _____________________________________________