Yo I don't want to set the world on fire y'all, I love it too much I just want to start a great big flame right down in the bottom of your heart You see, in my heart I got only one desire And the one desire Is to take this white supremacist patriarchal bullshit And burn it to the motherfucking ground! Born for this shit now I'm in my true form Black George Wendt - baby I'm the new norm Can't even look at these bitch niggas, they Sue Storm They rhymes lukewarm and the music is boring It's like porn when they rapping, yo they suck for real And they scared of the static - they all Chuck McGill I'm way too trill to give a fuck how you feel My hands up 'cause I'm all like "fuck is the deal?" Dealt a bad hand, hoping that we might fold Or they shooting at ya 'til they catch ya in the right pose So I stay connected to the streets, I'm a light post That's on God like gray hair and white robes Started from under the boardwalk now it's our time Leave your empire in a chalky white outline Now I'm finally getting a piece of the divine You need a visa to be in my state of mind Put it right on my shoulders 'cause my back's bigger Call me he, call me him, or call me that nigga Mad bitter 'cause they got us in a damn zoo On black twitter, show the kids what we can do Shit's now all fucked up, it's a SNAFU So when the queens give the word I'ma snap to Feeling so blessed though I ain't said "achoo" Best rapper in the world got a girl tattoo Free your mind from prison, that's what art do Only CO in my vision is the car fumes Get the picture nigga? I developed in a dark room Now I bring the fam together, I'm the couch in a cartoon Tryna start a coup since I was 17 I'm a hundred dollar bill, I won't never change Somebody better pay, but who should catch blame? That's hard for me to say, like Tua's last name You ain't got the right shoes to step to me dude It's mad steppers around me - HBCU Y'all cellophane lames, y'all all see-through My nephew got a kiddie pool deeper than you Tell your crew I'm giving lessons, better take one If you kill me I'll still be the first nigga to say something Pissing you off from beyond the grave son The making of a posthumous number one Ya too small-minded tryna fit in a large I'm out on a limb, tryna get women in charge Barged in with a solution, I got you I propose revolution - you should say "I do" Grew from the underground, now we en route Reinforced so now we demand our due Told the Universe I want to work with Ms. Badu Best rapper in the world got a girl tattoo, nigga

Ah is that Triz there? Oh hey Mrs. O'Leary It's miss And where are ye off to looking like a fresh pint of Guinness? I'm just - I'm just going over to the park I got all the park you need right here love You can park that big Mac truck right in my wee garage Yeah I uh, I should probably get going though, nah mean? Um, I'll see you around though Now you come 'round here anytime now you hear? There's some hoes in this house You hear me Triz? There's some hoes in this house! Square nigga with greasy raps At the front door better let him in I'm tryna get to where Weezy at I'm a young George Jefferson It's medicine in this hot wax That I'm sellin' - Jan Levinson Settled in out Ireland I'm a 32 county denizen I'm pedigree, you step to me You dead meat - venison Dear me, I clearly want all the beef I'm wellington You stepping into a reckoning I'm severing your Letterman Went back, Jack, did it again Like Steely Dan (Who?) Ask your Gran You sleeping on me like tryptophan? You trippin' fam, I'm sicker than Jeffrey Epstein if he had the 'Rona Drank ammonia then painted over The Mona Lisa with gold teeth And was smoking a stogie See I'm so deep when I'm in my bag That last chip, it don't stand a chance Get backlash from the grapevine Got the beat back like slave times So I take mine and suddenly I get paid to rhyme now it's fun to be Off-balance still running free I thought about it, it humbled me I was taught magic to some degree 'Cause like tossed salad I'm tongue-in-cheek We gon' party how we wanna Take a hit then hit the sauna Bad bitches, think Rihanna Couple chicks is sin pijama Baddest nigga since Obama O.G. like Cappadonna Homies know me so they holler Make a show of ye, la dee da I'm Bender, this Futurama I'm the greatest, Maradona Couple blunts of that marijuana Turn the club into Tijuana Craic incarnate, checks with commas Honest we don't want no drama You a target for mañana Scarlet for your baby mama (Whoa) These politicians, they claim to listen But their decisions immoral They paint a picture but can't deliver These lame niggas DiGiorno From saint to sinner to make figures Will they forgive us? Lord knows But I had to pivot like David Schwimmer To make a living that's normal So I swore an oath to not get caught into This influenza of influencers With so many different ways to get fucked It's like a porno Choose Your Own Adventure So I went the whole nine Stayed underground, found a goldmine Turned coke lines into cold rhymes Shit bro, it's showtime! Motherfucker this cursory So sick should've been in infirmary I read Camus I can do absurdity Get black girl magic from sorcery These verses come from adversity Where I spent a damn eternity Personally I wanna rep for the queens I swear on Fred Mercury And say "fuck this rap fraternity" I'm returning what they serving me Sent back what that waiter sent me I'll but I ain't patient, get me? They won't turn me into a worker bee Commercially I'm doing surgery On Sharon Stone 'cause they convinced me To stay operating on basic instinct We gon' party how we wanna Take a hit then hit the sauna Bad bitches, think Rihanna Couple chicks is sin pijama Baddest nigga since Obama O.G. like Cappadonna Homies know me so they holler Make a show of ye, la dee da I'm Bender, this Futurama I'm the greatest, Maradona Couple blunts of that marijuana Turn the club into Tijuana Craic incarnate, checks with commas Honest we don't want no drama You a target for mañana Scarlet for your baby mama Whoa

All you hear is Donald Trump and all of them talking about fear We're the ones getting killed We've been hung, we've been shot It's - it's amazing Why we keep loving this country And this country does not love us back This a soundtrack to a profound lack of empathy A symphony of white supremacy And the melody be all helter-skelter 'Cause we left to pick between health or shelter Ay Doc I felt ya, you's a real one (Huh) But me I'm feeling like Wilbon Tony, I'm not surprised - show me American pride It's only ropes in the open so it won't be disguised I see the thirst in your eyes, won't you cry for me? R.I.P. to who I tried to be A straight-laced kid getting straight A's, but still feared (Huh) That's the irony Y'all keep your head on a swivel when you swimming with sharks Two-eleven in your melon way I'm stealing your thoughts Chilling with some felons getting high in the park Dikembe man, I stay on the block All of y'all young rebels hear what I'm saying Blind love for America's a terrible thing Take the pledge or be prepared to hang That's our position in the patriot game I'm wearing 1916 when I'm playing 'Cause they see as trouble and they treat us the same So we get the blame when the streets in flames That's how they made us a part of the patriot game It's a war going on, Johnny get your gat He shooting back with just a deuce in the mag 'Cause red, white and blue got no room for black Seinfeld on the track, what's the deal with that? And when you peel it back it sound bananas It's levels to this shit and I've been down the baddest Ay we more than a set, say word to Alanis Shit you oughta know, you got that quo status All we get is static from this systematic anti-black shit My traffic's intersectional - I got your back, yo It's been a trans-mission since we started to plan it So I went and got a stick but it's a automatic Click click clack and then you hear the ratchet blast - nah I'm lying It's just that they only listen when it's violence in our rhymes So anything we getting it's gotta be from crime See the wheels done fell off, so I'm retiring All of y'all young rebels hear what I'm saying Blind love for America's a terrible thing Take the pledge or be prepared to hang That's our position in the patriot game I'm wearing 1619 when I'm playing 'Cause they see as slaves and they treat us the same So we get the blame when the streets in flames That's how they made us a part of the patriot game

She said that it's all too much I'm a nice guy, blah blah, such and such I knew when it begun it'd be a short run but I don't wanna feel nothing except her touch So let me go numb 'Cause I'm so fucking dumb And I defo know I ain't a victim But a nigga too broke for anyone to fix him Pint by pint I'll get you out of my system She said "It's all too much, Triz" Standing on her own, she don't need no crutches But I can't see her without needing her in my clutches So I guess I'm just outta luck kid Like I lost it all at the casino, dog The queen of my heart, but it's not in the cards Still hoping our day will come after all Like a romantic "Tiocfaidh ár lá" How a grown man crying over a chick Who told me she don't even like the way I spit I'm like a diet of all popcorn and Twix I knew one day I was gon' make her sick But I never thought that it would happen this quick Told moms about her, now I feel like a git 'Cause I gotta throw the deuces like I'm taking a shit Be on my merry way - that's her Christmas gift She said that it's all too much I'm a nice guy, blah blah, such and such I knew when it begun it'd be a short run but I don't wanna feel nothing except her touch So let me go numb 'Cause I'm so fucking dumb And I defo know I ain't a victim But a nigga too broke for anyone to fix him Pint by pint I'll get you out of my system I'm feeling down like a winter coat Tryna figure out how I'm so unlovable She saying "Bro, don't take it so personal" But then she out the door with a white boy so I go Back to destructive thought patterns Fiddling with my heart like she playing the trad, man It's a dark night, tryna be Batman But still running from ghosts like Pac-Man But even he got a missus and he choose her Friday nights I'm hanging with Mr. Cooper Wondering why I'm such a loser Checking my phone every ten, like I'm hitting the snoozer But I refuse to wake from this dream Think I'll get pissed instead, I got a pee-brain And I ain't never letting go of this sweet pain Paid a high price, but she let me keep the change She said that it's all too much I'm a nice guy, blah blah, such and such I knew when it begun it'd be a short run but I don't wanna feel nothing except her touch So let me go numb 'Cause I'm so fucking dumb And I defo know I ain't a victim But a nigga too broke for anyone to fix him Pint by pint I'll get you out of my system Pint by pint I'll get you out of my system Pint by pint I'll get you out of my system

I'm running on black tar leaving track marks See what you wanna see, these Rorschach bars Uh Mos def I'ma be a fucking black star Fighting back against stacked odds Yeah I shed a tear for the dead when I'm here 'Cause I'm here to make sure you hear us, ya heard? And when I heard it was your man who gave the word I'm here looking for your dog like "Ladybird!" The nerds and misfits is about to shine In a minute we gon' be right on time So I'm rhyming hard like Mac Mittens Huh But scary cute like black kittens My life story written in red ink, all this blood drawn Gina was 23 when she went home But a wise man said "Them that's dead is gone We give 'em to God and move on" Put your lighters up, we got weed in the air yeah It's thots and prayers It's opps in here, but we don't care we got (We got) We got thots and prayers Came from the bottom and we know despair for real (For real) But now it's thots and prayers For the homies inside, we outchea With thots and prayers I'm flipping soul-chicken so you won't forget It's like riding a bike so I'ma peddle the shit You gon' taste my pain with every lick I get Baring my soul like I'm showing off my kicks Leave the trees for me, but I don't need that stick Got mob ties, but I don't know J Prince Appraisals of praise every time I spit Verse got more jewels than a pirate ship, nigga Put your lighters up, we got weed in the air yeah It's thots and prayers It's opps in here, but we don't care we got (We got) We got thots and prayers Came from the bottom and we know despair for real (For real) But now it's thots and prayers For the homies inside, we outchea With thots and prayers Put your lighters up, we got weed in the air yeah It's thots and prayers It's opps in here, but we don't care we got (We got) We got thots and prayers Came from the bottom and we know despair for real (For real) But now it's thots and prayers For the homies inside, we outchea With thots and prayers nigga