Both hands clusty/
Dusty on the beat, the speech is what it must be/
Man, I’m just me/
never was a crack dealer, mass killer who traps and raps hella rusty/
No hate though, hope they stay fed/
rappers living a gimmick though kayfabe’s dead/
The melee spread, we enter the ring/
and intended to bring a change in the same pendulum swing/
I take aim then ascended to king, but to tread close,
see, the tears and sweat, we bled both/
Learned most from those who broke bread when dead broke, and praise the pain that bred growth/
So we toast to the builders, the ones who showed us what the real was/
Knowing that limitation will bring the innovation and brilliance/
But first had to find peace through the stillness/
Kids killed by cops, the reel filmed it/
seeing how the scales of justice been tilted/
It sends chills through the spine to find the many ways they define a crime/
It’s like 9 shots, call it murder attempted/
where the laws don’t apply and they’re further exempted/
The cause of the riot’s the verdict we’re left with/
And those serving protectors had heard the resentment/
I try to see it with the third of my lenses, though it feels like a blur to the senses/
Went from on the bench to a pensive entrance to intense and clenching pens in trenches/
Had to fight for it/
quite forward, I write more than a hype chorus/
In the zeitgeist of bright lights, I’m like tortoise/
knowing that baby stepping is better than life dormant/
Head wrapped like 3 Stacks, see them issue a trife warning every morning I’m boarding a flight/
Talk back and we’re validating their fears though it’s clear they’ve been miseducated for years/
So we’re the new danger, blamed and drew anger,
skewed by the news, our names are viewed stranger/
Raised on Wu chambers and Southernplayalistic/
get in where you fit in, but I’m one to stay a misfit/
Thinking outside the box, so the only time that I’m in it is closed caskets
Flow packed with jazz and soul classics/
unique like Ol’ Bastard, no masters/
Rhyme cold as O. Jackson, sign death certificates, bringing the toe tags in
Throwback to Hennig catching his own pass/
so we’re only given the limits to blow past it