Lyrics:
him
Ain't nothing but static, the homie Darrein had to hit him
And now I'm attacking the rhythm, back with the pattern
And that'll get 'em to admit
right?
People walk the Earth and they're blinded by the light
'Cause they think they're doing right by living out this white lie that says we'll be
back, give a fuck about what you wanna call that
New school Terror Squad
Terror gone, terror god
Little white bumps on gold keys
People act like
Sphinx,
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
Sphinx
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
shopping lists
And in this great machine
The captains and the engineers
Lose themselves in dreams
To the rhythm of the forward gears
No don't give us 20
a distraction
I'm waiting patiently for a turn in my direction
It cannot just be me that's affected by electric pulses
From static white noise that keeps
back to slave timing)
Wag wag them tiny hands (Separate quarters kept tidy)
Wag wag them like a white massah at upstart Africans
Pump up them tiny
start the lynching
But stand silently by while it happens
Justifying with your false narrative
Benefitting from white supremacy
You call patriotism
Make
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be right
Back after a message about
A white tornado, white lightning
Or white people
You will not have
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
We always wear this great big smile, never do look sour
Travel all over the country, playing by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young
Tryna stay low from da cameras
Free my niggaz in da slammer
Whip da white til it's tanner
I rep da purple bandana
& da clip on this a banana
Bullets from
bedroom when the mics on, I'm cussing,
yeah, comfy in my trackies, & I kill it with my Nike's on,
I seem to got the flow & rhythm, even for a white don,
and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit
on his kids
He ever want to get back in, that load gon' go to Memphis 10
Off-white brick step in the kitchen like Ja Morant jump out the gym
Biggest
Glory is on our way[?]
Worship the sun, Great Spirit.
Born of the mother earth,
Seek for the true white brother.
We are the chosen people, give
and back the youth inspired
To act the change
Beware of the lull of a sleeping god
Cause sleep by the rhythm from when they snore
Most these leaders
is calling you
You have a teanga so add your voice
Ireland, from what I know
A great courage is in you
So stand united rejoice
Go back to the source,
Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's
my face
Now I look and I feel great mhm
Nothing really changed
Bout my body or my face
Just my brain less fueled by the hate mhm
Lately in my room
crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By
right down to the wire (that's right!)
At the back I've still got on those winter tyres (Skrrt skrrt)
By the looks of the weather outside (by the looks)
a hollow
Heavy metal on your mental when
You let it all go
A stream of tears on my navy blue hoodie all
Flow like the ish that gets the boat by
I know I'm
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