STORM

Yeah! Everybody It's about time that we united for the same cause It's about time that we storm And put an end to this So, storm with me Storm with me! Here we go If I could make it more clear that I'm not faking for clicks Then I would, especially for you babies that piss And moan when I drop a song. Why can't you just move along You got some really big talk, but it is all through the phone Man, I'd love to see and hear you say that all to my face But you don't got the guts I do, so just stay in your place And if you want to beef, we'll go for weeks and for days If you prevail, good game, but don't think I won't. No mistake You've got a demonized version of me that's up in your head You always try to take and twist up somethin' I said You say I'm ignorant but that is immature, you kid You're tryna' find any reason to get upset and pissed Then you get real mad when I voice how I feel in a rocking groove All I do is put words to a beat in autotune Then you try to censor me unfairly 'cause you say it bothers you When you should be focusing on all the things in the locker room So, throw your hands in the air if you care To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it We gon' push, we gon' shove like we've lost it We'll mush and well mosh 'til we breakout in mosh pits We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it We're not asking for no dress code; just a more relaxed one You say there's a dress code, so we're not distracted Funny 'cause if anything is distracting It's the way the dress code is enforced by this whack job To add to that, what distracts me is the teachers The facial hair that they have, that or either The tats or the fact that none of these rules Don't apply to them at all in this discriminative school If it was my choice, we'd storm from the front to back While wearing what we want instead of wearing somethin' that's whack And my hair will be down, yeah, it'll be touching my neck And my shirt will be out in the front and untucked in the back So let's raise our voices, let's shout and march Let's crowd us all up and down the halls If they try to move us, we'll stand our ground and halt Tryna' stop us is like tryna' drown a sharl! (Now c'mon!) So, throw your hands in the air if you care To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it Yeah, c'mon, MA You really gonna' let Excel one up you on this one (Haha) Nah, that's it, I ain't even gon' say nothin' no more That's it, I'm out, I'm out. (Peace!)