Lyrics:
Have you heard the word?
The revolution's over.
Now the anger's disappeared
And the rebels are much older.
And the schools and universities
horrible for you, I hope you know that you charge of your aura
Write your own fucking story
I can finally dream in color so whenever I wake up it's boring,
Tell me what your story like
Using my words like colors
A dirty brush on a canvas, Shaped like the earth
Demanding answers from the universe
I wish
Growed up fckd up so what what what
Know I come from America
Home of the greed land of the snake
No love for peace
No one is safe
In the United
a shake
Battles I won move me up in the rank
Pop me a shroom need to see wit clarity
Really be scaring me how they be fake
Think I'm too real for this shit
for?
This ain't no game
It's a mf war
Plastic chains painted gold
Pray to God the dough won't fold
Hater slotted for flop
That ain't my bad
That
black
Meant double the controversy
Every step every win
A battle for equality
But he kept on pushin'
Against the brutality
Gilded cage
Where they keep us
them funerals, my school calling about my attendance
Talking bout them days we missing
All my dawgs gone, I swear it ain't a day we not gon' miss em
x2]
Printmatic, cinematic perfection
the blueprint, for crews that lack direction
automatic, just for my people
automatic, just for my crew
of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And oh I
My school is nice
I have lots of friends
The boys play rough
The girls color nicely
Lunch time is play time
Recess time is fun time
Quiet time is
like this
Alright Jeff back to the old school lets do it, alright
[Fresh Prince]
Now I'm the Prince and that's Jazzy Jeff
We shown for years that
one love aan een ieder die
Komt van die era van Avirex en Chipie
Meeste van m'n battles liepen uit op fitties
Snatchte je chickie voor 'n wippie
School
the DM, I'm hollering at your BM
We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I'm letting rookies battle
But how
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin' pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
(what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I'm with my Migos soldiers, gone
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost
those that smoke, there's a word for him (fugacity)
For those who want smoke, bitch I'm the next Dastardly Dick
None of you got the balls to battle, your
Started with hangin' posters on my bedroom walls.
To battle rappin' for status up in the school halls.
Just call me double sushi, thought I was too
This is my battle, I’m raising attention
My people gunned down by a pig with a pistol
If it's not bout our color what is the issue
For 400 years it’s
Of justice from it's new wave of leaders:
Frank Rizzo, the high school graduate
Mayor of Philadelphia, whose ignorance
Is surpassed only by those who voted for
Battlin' was my hobby, body after body/
You must have forgot boy/
Broke niggas do it for the culture/
Fuck what they told you
I do it for the guap
Elevate as I battle for high stakes
Many gamble, I eat you like an animal
'Cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have
He woke up in a dream
like this
Alright Jeff back to the old school lets do it, alright
[Fresh Prince]
Now I'm the Prince and that's Jazzy Jeff
We shown for years that
Wavyy set the pace
Wearing my battle colors red n white
Ain't worried if I flow right
Cos I know a nigga rhyme tight
Don't even think about it, just be
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