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Dropping knowledge like Caesar dropped facts
Supporting schools with these educational acts
From Eugene to Rome, keeping it real
That's how we do it, that’s the ESD deal!
Lane ESD, Lanius D, peace out, y’all!
I dont act hard, im a hard act to follow
Word to the sweatshirt, my girls love to borrow
Give a fuck about a man and what he feel like
Fuck ya fake follows, women follow me in real life

Fresh up on the scene and I'm sick and tired of you rap promoters
Your word is worthless so you never got your act in order
Washed up artist never got their startup
(POOF) big dreams made of stardust

Lone Ranger, one man Mission to thrive
No back up, plan is kill it or die
Secure the baggage, claim to fame is 
Ignoring the average, Mark Cuban
Entrepreneur, a maverick

Swim with the sharks
People Sin in the dark
Bloody water
Smell fear in the thinnest remarks
Sweat equity
Dare y'all to bet with me
Or step to me
And If your all balls
Get vasectomied

They gon
Claim that you won't make it then be saying yo be humble On my 
Way to be the greatest now they pay to see me rumble, oh
How sweet that I told you Tastes
I keep it real thought I told you snakes
To bite your tongues

Sole proprietor, Putting out
All the fires of 
Your false alarm favorites 
My flow extinguisher cadence

Smoke a rapper out while they
Choke and tappin out, black belt face it
I'm better you barely basic

Addicted to my process
And witnessing my progress
Making change, keep the tip
I'm making major gains
Tippin the scale
Shipping clothes in the mail
New shoes but keep my pace the same
Thats how you face the rain 

We're both Aces but mine's worth eleven
My mind working in heavenly ways
Odds stacked i raise

Check ya pattern, its a chequered matter
Brain scatters, Black and white to THIS grey matter

CAUSE I'm
Twenty three, fly to shows overseas
Barely broke even when i bought a window seat
Tryna go the distance
All I fuckin know is distant
Far away from home and family
Time to show the difference

Minutes turn to days, as we fill the pages
Memories that jump at me the way I'm filling stages
You know the thrill is amazing
You hope the feeling contagious
B be king (B B King), turned my blues into paintings

Leonardo at the oscars, it feels amazing
Labels want me on their roster, shit im debating
Face it, I get the best of things
Cause I make the best of things
Sensei I could learn ya what the lesson brings

Bout to get my caps on
Singing on my rap songs
I'm the most wanted cause 
I kill the beats I rap on 
They got posters of your boy downtown
Ticking bomb, this is your countdown
From the frontline to the back of the morgue
We watched and we saw
Black, white and those of all colors
Lose all of their color
Only getting their PPE cover
When being covered in time for their funerals
The first wave saw us wave goodbye
To medical, educational 
and other key working professionals
Who were also fulfilling roles
In low paid single mother households

Now there are households which no longer have parents in
The breadwinners are gone and children are being left without parenting
Separated from siblings and placed into care
Living in households where they find it hard to share
The pains associated with loss and separation
Some are forced to be stationed
As they open up
It's not to speak up
But to open wide
As they let their perpetrators slide inside

Caged in isolation with nowhere to hide
They are taking hidings
Being raped and barely surviving
Striving to stay sane in our own abodes
Some are forced out onto the roads
Feeling worthless selling their souls
Classes have been dismissed
And there's nowhere safe for our kids to go
And escape to even if it's just for a mo

Young girls across the world
Have started seeking refuge in a virtual world
Where they are being groomed and promised the world 
By men who are old enough to father them
Manipulated into believing that these men actually care 
And are there for them
Giving kids their needs in exchange for having their needs fulfilled
It's a costly bill but you can't put a price on acts done against one's will

In homes already broken
Boundaries have been broken
And waters have broken
Birthing babies that were produced without consent
Many women and girls are far from content
Tied down in forced marriages
Locked in during lockdown suffering miscarriages
Of justice being punished by an XY
For carrying the burden of being an XX
I can't help but cry
Knowing that it's not just the unborn babies that die
In countless cases of femicide and suicide 
Which these men drive

Our girls have gone missing
Some are no longer living
We are casualties and we are victims
We are survivors being silenced
And told not speak out against the violence
Fearing for our lives
Messed up inside
Our minds are ill
And some have even fallen ill with the virus
It's hit the community hard 
And we are facing a crisis

Critical care capacities are over capacity
And access has been restricted for those struggling financially
There are many health inequalities
Impacting the elderly and vulnerable members of the BAME community
Already suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes
Mental illnesses and a number of diseases
They blame it on deprivation
But we've seen those that are well off
In different nations also get killed off
Arguably in smaller proportions
Sudden death; gone without caution
Leaving behind families
Women and girls are leading the race when it comes down to casualties
From the frontline to the back of the morgue
We watched and we saw 
Families break down 
And co-exist, no more
I had secret service sweating
Cause my precedence just walked in

Gemini, two faced, but I got six sides,
I ain't gamble women, but caught her blowing on my dice
My niggas winning and we having fun 
Don't take no L's less we passing them blunts 
All moved to Cali so we could see sun
Ain't here to kick it nah we never punt 
Catching them bags and running back
Syracuse has to get on the map 
Hit the bodega cause i'm bout to black 
I fuck with Keapernick yea that's no cap 
I'm out in Hollywood but I don't act son 
Directed my niggas yelled action
Baltimore boy ate Jackson
Still got some maryland accent 
Yea it's true 
Bite my lines you spitting chew 
Time to answer to this crew 
Flip the bird if haters sue  
For miles I hit trials now I triumph 
I'm not boobie 
Money lined up women lined up 
I don't need a new pieces 
Watch out for them groupies outside puffin on loosies 
They all want to fuck cause I put my life out on loose leaf
Want a badass I'm not boosie 
Wan take flight you need a crew chief 
Hendy check me if I'm loopy 
No hard feelings how the troop be 
Reckless hecklers 
Tuck your necklace 
'15 warriors don't check us 
Don't lift enough don't you press us 
Get popped quick don't try and test us 

If you in the club It ain't about you 
First we were cubs but then we don grew 
Bottles and blunts when we in the stu 
Make business moves but we don't wear suits 
Nigga its true we pull up in coupes 
All of them oohs and ahs for the troop 
Know what to do when we handed loot 
Know what to do so 

Is it time yet 
All my niggas got that mindset 
I aint worried about mines yet 
Private equity combine checks 
They don't know what that means 
That mindset 
All my niggas got that mindset 
All my niggas got that mindset 
Live my life like I designed it 
All my niggas got that mindset

Glow time 
When it's showtime 
Boast rhymes 
You get both lines
No coke lines 
But this dope kind 
Givin numbness out 
Can't function without my pesos 
Keep a side of that queso 
Bishes checkin my pay stubs 
See that it's a lay up 
Got that mindset 
Workin ain't my time yet 
Me and mine combine checks 
On investor grind 
Blessing  blessing
Got that stick if you in line swept 
This shit just like Minecraft 
Get what you design 
Blessing

If you in the club It ain't about you 
First we were cubs but then we don grew 
Bottles and blunts when we in the stu 
Make business moves but we don't wear suits 
Nigga its true we pull up in coupes 

All my niggas got that mindset
nigga rest in peace
To all my nigga's wrap it up she might have HIV
Boning me talking bout, I like it raw
But if she takes the condom off Jack Ripper the whore
Bitch bashing yeah, pimp slapping yeah
Is rap educational, when I'm rapping yeah
Hoe exposure 101 cause they so dam fraudulent
Changed mammas will, said I left Bill, Steph, Steve and all of them
Yeah man they called me a dead-beat dad I been with my kids since they ben born

It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't trust ya wives
And behind every good man there's a thousand hoes
A million secrets who she sleeps wit man only god knows
It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't trust ya wives
And behind every good man there's a thousand hoes
A million secrets who she sleeps wit man only god knows

Captain save a hoe you a sensitive man
And she knows this pay attention my man
Next time that hoe go stay out all night
And come back crying like a dog at day light
Don't feed the bitch, mistreat the bitch
Let a hoe be a hoe on Sunset Strip
And if she like switching ass in front of Craig and them
Nine out of ten she probably cut and giving head to them
While you at work she skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet on lovers
You find out and pull your heat, heat, heat on brothers
You put a hoe before your homies, but they did too
You put a hole in all your homies now they dead too
This American bitch she thinks she better than me
I fuck around and rich her pussy wet as can be
Now I'm an open-minded man but the doors might close
On a room full of women cause they act like hoes
Yeah they act like hoes, I try to tell them they act like hoes

It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't trust ya wives
And behind every good man there's a thousand hoes
A million secrets who she sleeps wit man only god knows
It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't trust ya wives
And behind every good man there's a thousand hoes
A million secrets who she sleeps wit man only god knows
It's in her nature to lie and connive
Can't trust no batch can't trust ya wives
And behind every good man there's a thousand hoes
A million secrets who she sleeps wit man only god knows
It's in her nature

Yeah man, Yeah, I blame all your comedians for brown nosing these hoes
Jermaine Jackson for Mr.
This is the part where I'm supposed to say something poetic
Fuck that
Imma be honest
War was declared specifically on black people
African people
And even those who choose to ignore their blackness 
Since the opportunity presented itself to oppress us
Almost every social, political, economic, educational, medical, legal, business
And cultural decision, trend or shift
Has been rooted in the desire to erase our existence
This isn't art
This isn't creativity
This isn't me showcasing wit or wordplay
This isn't an act or a persona on a song
This is life or death
How do you compromise with killers
Who know that they can only survive through your genocide

Strike 1
Strike 2
Strike 3

Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America

Alone he stands this man from a foreign land
Outsider on the inside of other sands
As he dips his hands in his pants he feels lesser of a person
Like his native people his pocket lining is malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his Converse
And his dreams of rocking a big concert
As he exits the ship
He's having visions of women children and men 
Who not long ago faced the same shit
Built in rage from 146,000 days of complacency
Pain from faceless thieves
Basically, his place on this little planet of earth
Is to fulfill a basic vacancy
And as he stands all alone for the first time on this earth
All he really could do is just wait and see

Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3 you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just black man in America

Alone he walks but nobody will talk to em
This type of behavior is strange and off to him
On a search for bare necessities, food clothing and shelter
But everywhere he went, nobody would help him
Starring up at the bright lights and tall buildings
He's feeling out of place tall thoughts but small ceilings
Are keeping him concealed in his own mind
And as the darkness starts to seep in the streets are his home for the night
He goes into the local merchant, to purchase
A pack of cigarettes a magazine and some bourbon
Perches on the stoop like the pigeons on the awning
Tryna keep cool in the heat of this steamy August
The heat he's used to but the people will shoot you
Ron and Nicole you, stab your back and juice you like O.J
OK things getting crucial
As the tears of bewilderment fall down from his pupils

Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3 you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just black man in America

Alone he travels, his toes and his shoes in the gravel
Convinced that he's fighting in a losing battle
He heads to the local barbershop on the avenue
Removes the hat from top of his head and he unravels
His natural locks, slides the barber a 10, sits in the chair
And watches 10 years carefully drop
While everybody else is laughing in shock
And its too late to ask him to stop
Now it's back to the block, the golden paved pavement he once thought laid
Was playing with his fate laughing in his face trapped up in the place huh
Such a hateful existence
The agents kicking him keeping him in the matrix
This makeshift, land of the free, home of the braves
That got paid to make way for all of the slavery
The made paper from the faces of hatred
And the only way he's ever getting any is complacency

Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3 you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just black man in America
Strike 1, the color of your skin is too dark
Strike 2, your hair is too nappy and too harsh
Strike 3 you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just black man in America

And I watched as these ridiculous people, umm restrained Eric Garner
Brought him down to the ground and killed him onsite
And for me that was literally the first time in my life where I realized
No criminal record
Not even a moving, violation uh ticket, nothing umm
Working with young people
Academic
All that good shit
My chances are no better or worse than somebody who has a record
And I'm not even necessarily I'm not saying that to say I'm on a hierarchy over Somebody that doesn't have a record or something like that
But it's just there's no different chance
Just because of the skin the color of my skin
And that struck a type of fear in me that I've been holding till this day
So everything that I've done up to the point of this album has been 
A lot of like 3rd person experiences
You see things from your own experiences and you inference the rest 
And you make good music or whatever
Artists know how to do that right
Umm this album is uh for the most part 
Very much like my own feelings my own emotions
My own struggles my own fears, so on and so forth and so that's like why we're here
Okay, look, yo
Work hard Stay motivated
Paint my future while the sunrise watch me procreate it
Never get tired, Ignite the fire
When you the boss, You let the talent hire
Let go of distractions, they below me
Destined for higher
Dashed through this life eight times like I'm Dame
Been saw my target, that's why i got perfect aim
Look what I've became me and you,
We not the same, I'm obsessed with progress, you an addict to the fame
Clouds out my nose, you don't want no smoke
See me making moves now they taking notes
So many ups and downs like I'm Derrick Rose
Took so many routes yea my life a crossroad
Woke em up with Wake Up
Just to get the cake up
Shooting so many shots so later I can lay up
So many demons around that's why I stay prayed up
Betting on myself 'cause ain't nobody gonna save us, yo
Mama and daddy stirred it up passionately
We are not the same, different breed
I get so many ppl worried bout my nationality
Pocket watching studying my moves and my salary
So much hate, too much weight
Now I'm losing calories
Failed so many times but kept going
So many insecurities but they'll never know it
I say it in my rhymes but they'll never notice
'Cause they too worried about how the music sound
Remain focused
Rising through the trials and tribulations Born Lotus
Blossom out, they see me now
I'm used to rolling loud
Now I'm at rolling loud
I got expectations so high I have no choice
Destined for elevation standing out with my voice
Middle finger to society, I do what I enjoy
Never complacent too concentrated to lose patience
My care for how others feel that part of my heart is vacant
Clouds out my nose You don't want no smoke
See me making moves now they taking notes
So many ups and downs like I'm Derrick Rose
Took so many routes yea my life a crossroad
Woke 'em up with Wake Up
Just to get the cake up
Shooting so many shots so later I can lay up
So many demons around that's why I stay prayed up
Betting on myself 'cause ain't nobody gonna save us
They gone try to hold you back
Like clothes you betta fold em back
That's that bull in me, five eighteen I love my zodiac
See me making moves, now we cool, that's that phony act
I just keep it true, see it in you
I'm only speaking facts
Negative energy, never cling to me, dream to impact, don't got enemies
Green my remedy, stream my legacy, moment of clarity, this my destiny
Kill ya jealousy, here's the recipe, now that's therapy
Five stars keep it streaming like a deputy, I ain't sharing hunnit equity
Kill em with silence, just to keep integrity
I just kept the same flow and switch the melody
The streets messing with me keep it true, honesty
Cure to the hatred walking pharmacy
Innovate to inspire I got prodigies made it to the top
I don't want apologies business women look at you like a commodity
I just care about quality
People in my business try to read me like a novelty
Kill em with that humbleness they love me for my modesty
Had to do it properly do it like my father did, time for me to own some property
Clouds out my nose you don't want no smoke
See me making moves now they taking notes
So many ups and downs like I'm Derrick Rose
Took so many routes yea my life a crossroad
Woke 'em up with Wake Up
Just to get the cake up
Shooting so many shots so later I can lay up
So many demons around that's why I stay prayed up
Betting on myself 'cause ain't nobody gonna save us
Shape my life like pottery
I scratch 'em off like lotteries
Crab in the bucket now they planning on a robbery
Can't leave Chicago
Weapon on my side cargos
Chiefing on gelato
Took a detour cant follow
Rest In Peace Pablo, Fredo
Asking God to free me do
Crabs corny like Fritos
They need some daoism in they life transcend your ego
Spread your wing eagle punchlines lethal
Everybody swear they want equality until we all equal
Middle child sewing the game together I'm the one with the needle
Imma throw forward with the throwback like a Sequel
I'm not common but I got sense that's why I'm here for the people
At the top like a steeple blowing diesel like it's legal
White & Black like beetle, rockstar like da beetles
Red dots on ya face like the measles they biting styles like they learned from mosquitos
Neighborhood bully like they name Debo Yung rocking evisual
Mama had me fly like seagulls
Daddy carried me around like a seahorse winning money like I'm at the casino
All I count is blue C notes
Trying to kill me like I'm al Pacino
'Cause I'm spreading now they need chemo
Staying up cappuccino
Midwest baby Smino
Songwriter like Neyo
New rappers placebo
Give me a chance rapping acid amino
Wrap ya up like a burrito
Chilling with poutine while I eat one shout out chilo
Building like I'm bob
My home is the home depot
Can't steal my steelo chi town native dlow
Like Ye and drake bout to glow nine eleven 'cause I'm about to blow
All I see is green adios, traffic light like I gotta go
If you got me got to pot of gold never get old never selling my soul
Until it get sold warm blooded turning cold what's coming from da concrete rose
Profiting on all my lows
Stop doing free shit 'cause I learned that they need this
Like Giordano's need deep dish didn't know I could be this
Conceited and humble, I succeeded
More to complete, that's a secret
I don't rap battle can't defeat this
Pen and pad is what I sleep with
Kontraband wasn't feeling it, heard it twice told me to keep it
Then I told him not to leak this

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