Vic Mensa - 5 Fingers of d**h lyrics

[Beat 1] I don't wanna talk about no beef I don't like pork and I don't like police They'd rather I don't speak than to hear a black man speak his mind But I'm a Rap Genius, you gotta read between the lines Uh, I guess I'm playin' with they heads now, just to make sure that they don't forget I let 'em argue all day in the barber shop 'bout who's the best emcees Kendrick, Cole and Vic, please Don't let 'em distract you with the nonsense Uh, when did art turn into content? I'm still in Chicago, I've been the king I ain't never had to leave to get a ring on some Lebron sh** [Beat 2] These bars is for the victims lost in Orlando There's a lot of hate but love is the strongest ammo Presidential candidates on the channels Like Kerry Washington the way they profiting off of Scandal But we just keep it realer than most Read the writing on the wall like my name Jim Joe They gon' say "Vic ill" like my name Kim Jong A Puerto Rican Day parade on all you maricónes [Beat 3] Papi, dime lo mami Play the trumpets for me like Donnie It's a royal celebration when I touchdown Hit the Cam Newton on 'em, got 'em upset Cause I'm dancing in the end zone like I'm Dougie Fresh now I gave a voice to a lot of kids without a choice Without them I'd be a ghost like a Rolls Royce My birthday party got stars in the ceiling When it's so much cream, n***as gon' have to catch feelings [Beat 4] Uh, only the real, only the real I been dealing before twenty-one, I don't need a deal Don't be mad, I'm tryna broaden my horizons In London at Wireless, I got bars like Verizon Yeah, sprinted to the finish line, I'm hearing crickets Cause when your team mobile then they gotta listen Get it Verizon, Sprint, T-Mobile I should have three cell phones, dog, I got a lot of digits Pray for Weezy, that lean is a problem Oh, Kemosabe, we be steady mobbing Wanna see a black boy break the internet I might pull up in a mixed scarf like I'm Dennis Rodman I'm challenging the stereotypes Drank too much Ciroc I need some Pedialyte I don't even smoke no more, got a hang over Don't pa** the dro, Sean Paul give me the mic [Beat 5] Yo Sway, remember my first time on Rap Fix? Rocky heard me, he was like "who's that kid?" Cause I be turning every ba** line to game time Like I'm Iverson but we ain't talkin' 'bout practice Straight back cornrows, that ghetto Big face hundreds like Jay Leno I'm tryna do Sixteen Shots on late night TV Tell Jimmy Fallon, come get at us They never seen a revolutionary with style I birthed that like I carried a child Got all of these n***as just dying to be my sons I might have to miscarriage my sound I'm pro-life, anti-po-lice These dogs don't bite That's why they always barking about me One day they say I'm saving hip hop from the dead Next day they be tryna build a coffin around me, damn Fair weather fans, like Mayweather's hands They pack a punch but they can't read what I'm saying You so in love with the image of us You'd probably drive off a bridge for it like Eminem in Stan I'm my own man, Jordan, yeah, a grown man Y'all money short forever, Gary Coleman Shout to my bro Jerry Lorenzo I'm rocking in that Fear of God but I don't fear no man Lindsey Lohan, white girl off the coke man I'm a Monstar, I ball like I'm on Space Jam Flight to Qatar, you could call me Saudi Arabian Thought I worship Allah, the way the media hate on him I brush the dirt off my shoulders then in my Timberlands Bought the gun that shot Trayvon and shoot Zimmerman Get the job done like Undocumented immigrants It's gonna take more than a wall for y'all to finish him Please