We don't believe you
'cause we the people
I'll still be in the rear, yo
we don't need you
You ain't a killer nor good
young nigga, move
When we get hungry
we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo
is so maniacal,
reliable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad
bitch in my lap
She don't love me,
she make bunnies,
she gon' study that
She gon' give it to me,
ain't gon' tell me run it back
She gon' take the brain or
weather plain,
she spit on that
The doors are signed with,
don't try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that
you could waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take
the edge off reality
And for a salary I'd probably
do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci wasn't spittin'
with iguanas
The IRS piranha see
a nigga gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood living
in a fishbowl
Gentrify here,
now it's not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know,
my shit's cold
I ain't said it yet because
I ain't so bold, hey yo
All you Black folks,
you must go
All you Mexicans,
you must go
And all you poor folks,
you must go
Muslims and gays, boy,
we hate your ways
So all you bad folks,
you must go
The fog in the smog of
new media that logs
False narratives of guys
that came up against the odds
We not just nigga rappers
with the bars
It's kismet that we cosmic
with the stars
You bastards overlooking
street art
Better yet, street smarts
but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers
and your statisticians
Fuck you know about
true competition?
Just like the picture
that talking about he hittin'
The only ones who's hitting are
the ones that currently spittin'
We got your missie smitten
rubbing on a little kitten
Dreaming of a world
that's equal for women
with no division
Boy, I tell you that's vision
Like Tony Romo
when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in
they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it
with precision
Who can come back
years later, still hit the shot?
Still y'all tryna move me
off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yo headtop, yeah
All you Black folks,
you must go
All you Mexicans,
you must go
And all you poor folks,
you must go
Muslims and gays, boy,
we hate your ways
So all you bad folks,
you must go
