Lyrics:
This face is hundreds of years
Mixed and deluded but maintains certain features
Migrations chosen and forced upon us
Thousands of miles
These legs
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
of the litter
And I grew up as the runt of the litter
My whole Generation, runt of the litter
But don't you dare to call my people runt of the litter
Once I was
and neglecting our communities
For generations
By handing out million dollar tax breaks to corporations
By criminalizing the poor and homeless
Constantly
Apostle
Fear not the rain
This tribulation will reward us in vain
This pestilence
Concupiscence
A generation fated for the abyss
Apostle
Fear not
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
pretend
That big bank is always our friend in the end
They shout take out a loan then take out another
My whole generations getting fucked by big brother
So
Aware of time but not life
Aware of life but not time
Why can't I have it all?
YUNA
Our world divided, endangered
Our clan decided it's time for us
not
And I’m aware how the moves
In the game are played
But how ‘bout we just call a spade a spade
To this new generation of "emcees, "
On knees, giving
written, yeah
It's all been said before
We make the beat, create the heat
Then jump on the mic
Make it rhyme on the fourths
But please do not ignore us
and the rest of us get by.
I have watched my generation
Lose its promise through the years.
We sang "Smile on Your Brother" and still we wound up here.
I know
in a dark place
Ain't have no light, I ain't no right
Only knew wrong, same old song
No foresight, wasn't polite
Getting pulled over by the police
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
was given a gift and I learned not to quit
Fail hard, fail fast you have to commit
So I rhyme and I rap, it's my escape
Don't know how to deal with it
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
will look back in shame
That our species is stuck on such a primitive idea of currency
This generations fucked
The recycled powers will fail to survive
want a Genie not a God that Will tell us know
Think about it
If we could control God we would string him up
Puppet masters
Manipulating what he can touch
Independent and driven, labeled as rigid,
by millennials while boomers saw the me generation
constant contemplation, forced to make an explanation
Common
upon their ears
I'm feeling surrounded
I'm feeling the slap of a thousand shit-brains
Behold my dark intensions rising from below
Beauty,
Hahahahahahaha
Ah fell so I came back with N20thousand, how do I tell my mama I fail?
Drop off late night Lagos airline
Couldn't text my mom, hit up my
My people still not getting they reparations guap still
Or they land plots filled
Or even the lot still
Play your cards right cause they want us
Or a sofa that you surf on
But it's not in a blue ocean
It's in cat hair and in dog shit
You're in despair and you're hopeless
Life just ain't fair for us
That's something that is not my wish list
I plan to sell a'hundred thousand
And I ain't got nana them with wizkid
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