[Verse]
We in the middle of a war time
I ain't spittin' no empty punchlines
Nestle with the bars when it's crunch time
That chocolate skin get you locked in a bin
Some turned loony victim to a Giulliani servin' that Rudy Tabootie
That's the ChalkZone
Keith Haren outlines in the school zone
Get his family a settlement, tell his mother to move on
The U-Haul's came and shipped n***as out the projects
They tore the buildings down and then they built a brand new target
And you wonder why shit is fucked up in the streets
'Cause n***as selling CDs they gotta hustle to eat
I'm a hustler, once got robbed by a customer
Switched to rap, now I snap like DJ Mustard drums
Rednecks in Oregon startin' their own militia
They pull 'em on the feds and they don't even mention the guns
Now compare that to n***as with guns
You ain't even gotta reach, they put a clip in ya
Bullets hit your fibula, bystander film it on his cellular
Welcome to KKK-America
The rest of the world wonder why we shy on gun control
That's 'cause they cashing in checks on every gun that's sold
See the NRA just like NBA
They let n***as play themselves then white men get paid
But not me, no sir, not I
I need money like Method homie in How High
I'm out Brixton with my n***as, when I "south" it's Southside
I be over east, sure ditch Vic I'm in the ride, yeah
Pull up with the man dem, them boys on the rode
Shuttin' down The Brit Awards with Boy Bettah Know
Shout out to my trap star n***as, they get that dough
Wear a mask on their face so you boys never know
And, listen I could go where you boys never go
'Cause the way I spit shit it's like you boys never flow
Came with the "Down on My Luck" and switched the tempo
They thought that I was a Pop-start, that was experimental
But trust me, if you try me, throw shots at your temple
Like I met the Dalai lama with a lama with a clip full
The game is a menstrual show, they bite the sound
Everybody wanna be black until the shit goes down
Then everybody turn their back, when I click, scroll down
Your timeline, oh shit
You a hero now?
For the record, I ain't got no problem with Justin Timberlake
That's a media spin
Don't believe the shit they say
All I'm saying is, you got n***as that love you
So show that love to us back, 'cause we here in the struggle
My big homies used to come through in their mom Lex' bubble
Two half black twins, like an Oreo double
I asked 'em what to do when Andrew called me a n***a
They said "call him white trash,"
Then he called me a n***a
And then I whooped his white ass, then he ain't call me a n***a
That's a little anecdote on equality, n***a
On the real, it wouldn't be no Martin without Malcolm
No march on Washington without the Black Panthers
And everywhere I go, they asking me about the album
I just play like Sway, like, I ain't got the answers
I'm an atom bomb when I drop on n***as
I Men In Black your favorites, you forgot them n***as
I spit that
London flow for my Chi-Town n***as
Semtex my day one, so I got that n***a
I'm out