Oh whoa, hey there Hey give me a smile I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave You know you wanna get with a real man Alright see you later sexy I hope you come back this way They tell you to smile? Say fuck em and frown That nigga a bozo, homie a clown Catcall his favorite sound 'Til a pussy nigga get put in the ground Learn to swim or they'll watch you drown Lack of empathy so profound They give you a pedestal, never a crown They give you a pedestal, never a crown I'm proud of you, you world renowned But your value to them, measured in pounds They'll look inside for a ultrasound But past that, it's "how she look in a gown?" She in the field, she on the ground While these fat cats just lie around Don't let 'em try to hide your crown And don't let the bastards grind you down They show that they hate you And they say so on the daily When the radio keep playing mo' Tory and DaBaby Couple ignorant ass wannabe gangsta niggas Talking crazy That's a geechi Genovese And fugazi Lucchese I'ma do somethin' with this verse For the women done being prisoners It's bad now but it gets worse Walk in her shoes, get blisters Been hurt'n our sisters We big on that bigotry And that's sisters spelled with a S Not just the ones spelled with a C Generally they playbook Is a booklet from the pulpit Get on twitter and push that Not all men bullshit Damn dog, you mad wrong But u keep singing that sad song So we put a price on ya head Like a New Era with the tags on They tell you to smile? Say fuck em and frown That nigga a bozo, homie a clown Catcall his favorite sound 'Til a pussy nigga get put in the ground Learn to swim or they'll watch you drown Lack of empathy so profound They give you a pedestal, never a crown They give you a pedestal, never a crown I'm proud of you, you world renowned But your value to them, measured in pounds They'll look inside for a ultra sound But past that, it's "how you she look in a gown?" She in the field, she on the ground While these fat cats just lie around Don't let 'em try to hide your crown And don't let the bastards grind you down Please

Ay Ladies, theydies, and gents This be the Gospel according to Triz Let's get it Hallelujah, Janie got a gun and she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch Thanks be to god for the chopper and the glock Let her pull up on the block Let her shoot up all her opps She got the blicky, she got the nina She got a itchy trigger finger She got a brand new AR So when she wet 'em up, it rain hard Julie got a toolie and Lord knows she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch Rachel got a ratchet and she 'bout to make it pop 'Cause this nigga been harassing her and now it's bout to stop See she used to be afraid just to take a little walk 'Cause that nigga had a rape case, but he ain't locked 'Cause he got a friend that's a cop so them pigs aint never do shit But she gotta make it stop so it's violent revolution Your mans made this a tinder box So it's back to that revenge plot Hit 'em back-to-back like a binge watch Then back to the crib by ten o'clock The papers are full of rape, so let's start there And brave women speaking up, but do yall care? That's a no and that is so not fair So i'ma make sure Hailey got some hardware Yeah Hallelujah, Janie got a gun and she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch Thanks be to god for the chopper and the glock Let her pull up on the block Let her shoot up all her opps She got the blicky, she got the nina She got a itchy trigger finger She got a brand new AR So when she wet 'em up, it rain hard Julie got a toolie and Lord knows she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch I be making these speeches 'cause with queen shit we'll be ok So I refuse to compete in these Minority Hunger Games And I ain't tryna hate on Dave But I did it the GaTa way Now we bumping them 808's Big G's like Gatorade Ay, ay, they doing 88 on a straightaway We was keeping the hate at bay thinking that was the safer play When this shit drop I cant wait to see what them haters say Today's Gospel is: stay away from patriarchal fuckery The population's full of rapists so let's start there And brave women standing up but do yall care? That's a no and that is so not fair So I'ma make sure Hailey got some hardware Yeah Hallelujah, Janie got a gun and she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch Thanks be to god for the chopper and the glock Let her pull up on the block Let her shoot up all her opps She got the blicky, she got the nina She got a itchy trigger finger She got a brand new AR So when she wet 'em up, it rain hard Julie got a toolie and Lord knows she needed it Now she on that street shit (Ay) Praise be, bitch

Yo this right here is for my motherfucking teachers Dr. Angie Davis, bell hooks, Mikki Kendall Actually fuck that, this is from my teachers Mikki Kendall especially Matter fact, go ahead and put this shit on pause and go cop Hood Feminism right now Yeah I know nigga, it's a book but The most dangerous thing in these United States Is a nigga with a library card so that's a great place to start Yeah Let's go I see you shine I see the glow And you look invincible I see what you rock I see how you roll And you look invincible She put in that work like a boss (She put in that work like a boss) She taking no shorts or no losses (Ain't taking no shorts or no losses) Girl you fierce (ay she so fierce) But what do it cost? (what do it cost?) We give 'em applause (we give 'em applause) But what about when it stops? We got you covered (we got you covered) We got you covered Oh you got 'em huh? Then why we not keeping that energy up when the other red bottom drops? You look invincible for real Black wo-man of steel But we call you that it conceals The trauma that you must feel But still we call you 'matriarch' And staying alive means playing the part But matriarchs they own shit It ain't just running a home and shit So that really ain't the ideal word When you can say the same 'bout a lil girl Playing house in Aunt Leah's pearls She got no power in the real world So you keep calling 'em 'matriarch' I'm calling y'all on your bullshit Got a payroll like Bezos And won't even give up a lil bit Whole reason they made the myth They saw slave women doing major shit Was in the field, was raising kids They're scared their women'll get ideas Might've been the right decision 'Cause after that came the white women Said "fuck the kitchen, get down to business" But didn't pick up their brown sisters Now they come with the quickness to fetishize your fierceness But they just as quick to dismiss you when you need assistance Get on twitter she hot as ever Come talk to me when she got cheddar Equality would be great and all But equity be a lot better I see you shine I see the glow And you look invincible I see what you rock I see how you roll And you look invincible She put in that work like a boss (She put in that work like a boss) She taking no shorts or no losses (Ain't taking no shorts or no losses) Girl you fierce (ay she so fierce) But what do it cost? (what do it cost?) We give 'em applause (we give 'em applause) But what about when it stops? We got you covered (we got you covered) We got you covered Oh you got 'em huh? Then why we not keeping that energy up When the other red bottom drops?

Is this what freedom looks like? Fuck you doing outside if you ain't gonna fight From Texas to Philly shit really don't look right Look around, is this what freedom looks like? I see all the ways they curse you Patience ain't a virtue when the waiting'll hurt you The ballot is great but hey the bullet works too So is this what freedom looks like to you? What's the dilly yo? Got me in a pickle like Rick 'Cause they really after women on some "get her" type shit I'm the type of nigga with a big chip on my shoulder Went from innocent to militant Nigga I'm a soldier I thought I told ya We ain't going back to alleys with the wire hangers No sir It ain't over And though I ain't got Tunechi fame I'ma still Stan up nigga - Tucci gang I got that old slang I tell 'em heavens to Betsy I rhyme 9/11 you can never forget me With everything at stake you can try to test me But only L I'm taking is your I-F-E (Ooh) Is this what freedom looks like? Fuck you doing outside if you ain't gonna fight From Texas to Philly shit really don't look right Look around, is this what freedom looks like? I see all the ways they curse you Patience ain't a virtue when the waiting'll hurt you The ballot is great but hey the bullet works too So is this what freedom looks like to you? Shit ain't peachy, I ain't seeing no ass emoji I'm just seeing all my people getting gassed by police So we coming for them ivory tower niggas in their bubble Who would rather live in shit than you let you see 'em work a shovel I would just love to Bring trouble to that 200-pound sack of assholes y'all call "governor" Some of us won't recover - I see 'em suffer That's a blessing in disguise? Must be deep undercover It's a bloodstained white flag waving in the air But do they care? Maybe they pretend to Yo it ain't fair the way these men do 'Cause if you ain't at the table then you're probably on the menu Is this what freedom looks like? Fuck you doing outside if you ain't gonna fight From Texas to Philly shit really don't look right Look around, is this what freedom looks like? I see all the ways they curse you Patience ain't a virtue when the waiting'll hurt you The ballot is great but hey the bullet works too So is this what freedom looks like to you?

Ay yo, lets burn this motherfucker down! Ladies I'm talking to you Do ya thang I rock with you Stay gang gang That's yall crew Queen shit All of you All the shit you got to do Girl you is unstoppable Your obstacle is these men They fucking pathological I say girl you is unstoppable Now drop it Drop it Drop it Ooh Taking shots at them toxic dudes Lock it Load it Pop it Ooh I watch how u prosper boo And plot out the impossible But watch out for these men They fucking pathological Ay shorty This a war Ay .223 just foreplay Issa drako on the floor bae So bend over Make it wobble Get it poppin' off Ain't talking bottles A specialist with that .38 Murder rate her forte They put a sign in the doorway "No girls allowed" like its fourth grade But that sausage fest a awful mess So why be in it like Cordae? Ay let's do it your way I got no remorse - ay It's scary they way they stay married to power But they 'bout to be a divorcee Ladies I'm talking to you Do ya thang I rock with you Stay gang gang That's yall crew Queen shit All of you All the shit you got to do Girl you is unstoppable Your obstacle is these men They fucking pathological I say girl you is unstoppable Now drop it Drop it Drop it Ooh Taking shots at them toxic dudes Lock it Load it Pop it Ooh I watch how u prosper boo And plot out the impossible But watch out for these men They fucking pathological As fuck

Are you there God? It's me, Triz My nigga you ain't gon' believe this But these streets is full of extremists And I don't know what they beef is They treat kids like criminals They're sure scared what the youth'll do When they beat the shit outta us - typical Ordinary is just what you're used to They yap yap about "bad apples" Actually it's the tree that sucks I seen enough of y'all demeaning us So with all due respect, get fucked Bruh, we in a crisis Got me thinking back to what Mike said When the going gets tough, the tough get debt So don't pay attention, just pay the rent I'm so naive Keep telling lies that I believe I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn This is the last time But I said that last time I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn Since the beginning The mission's been to mold ya 'Cause they petrified of these powerful women It's Xena-phobia Bruh AOC my Khaleesi And you can be mad at my reasons But it's weak men still running shit So this Tiffany Amber Treason This revolution season And I'm fiendin' to unfuck the world With this proletariat poetry I don't know how to speak to the rich girls But shit girl, we in a crisis Got me thinking back to what Mike said When the going gets tough, the tough get debt So don't pay attention, just pay the rent I'm so naive Keep telling lies that I believe I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn This is the last time But I said that last time I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn We made the wrong decision I see CNN, I see the politicians So now I'm seeing in Wakandavision With no fucks given 'bout cis-male feelings Real shit been in my family 'Cause it's nooses in my family tree And my elders went through hell so I refuse to be anyone else but me It was a penalty see To be on this soapbox that you see me on I get it popping off - that's a guarantee Like old folks sleeping with the TV on I'm seeing all this crisis Got me thinking back to what Mike said: When the going gets tough, the tough get debt So don't pay attention, just pay the rent I'm so naive Keep telling lies that I believe I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn This is the last time But I said that last time I guess I'll never learn I should've let you burn

Packing a pistol like it's a saloon Here for the shootout like Rocky Raccoon We get it popping not talking balloons Babidi got me a shotty or two They acting shocked but it's not really new They just don't like that we living our truth They started the fire so we lit the fuse Now I'm thinking that maybe this'll go boom Weak men make the world go 'round So I'm speaking to the inferno crowd They never listen so we getting loud Now we on a mission to burn this shit down And from the ashes mad shit'll bloom With nothing around me cash can rule My track record say aim for the moon So I'm thinking that maybe this'll go boom This for the Black women and the Chicanas We gonna bomb the system that harm ya Watching this shit got me hardened like Tonya Chips on my shoulder like Erik Estrada Cube and them niggas was straight outta Compton But all of my niggas straight outta Wakanda And they got more arms than a Indian god So go on girl That nigga a goner All of them gonna be going up yonder I'll blow ya mind, make you find Nirvana Shoutout to my nigga Kenny Carranza Feel like magicians the shit that we conjured Feel like Rihanna, I'm friends with the monster Got 2Pac in me like I was Madonna Get 'em to dance like I'm teaching samba Rhymes all on TV like Shonda Been waiting on this longer than Donda Packing a pistol like it's a saloon Here for the shootout like Rocky Raccoon We get it popping not talking balloons Babidi got me a shotty or two They acting shocked but it's not really new They just don't like that we living our truth They started the fire so we lit the fuse Now I'm thinking that maybe this'll go boom Weak men make the world go 'round So I'm speaking to the inferno crowd They never listen so we getting loud Now we on a mission to burn this shit down And from the ashes mad shit'll bloom With nothing around me cash can rule My track record say aim for the moon So I'm thinking that maybe this'll go boom

Ay yo I be looking around And seeing what y'all go through on the fucking daily and like The shit some of us be doing I mean It ain't hard to be a man But sometimes it's fucking shameful And it feels like nobody even give a fuck I'm sorry it's just me And I'm sorry you ain't never to get to see a better me I'm sorry for the pregnancy And how that shit was always on you and never me I'm sorry I use words like "allegedly" I'm sorry that I always act so insensitively I'm sorry that it took me so long to say I'm sorry And I'm sorry that it's just a song, B I'm sorry for this half-assed apology And for always tryna tell you who you oughta be I can walk down the street with no one accosting me But you gotta be acting modestly Sorry that we made your body into a commodity And that I wasn't speaking up more audibly A whole ass economy with you as the property Talking dough like Homer, no Odyssey Always thought that I was fulfilling a prophecy King of rap - El Rey after Lana D Yo they on to me but I calmly Tell 'em to rot in hell with Dr. Cosby I'm sorry it's just me And I'm sorry you ain't never to get to see a better me I'm sorry for the pregnancy And how that shit was always on you and never me I'm sorry I use words like "allegedly" I'm sorry that I always act so insensitively I'm sorry that it took me so long to say I'm sorry And I'm sorry that it's just a song, B I'm sorry I was never enough, just me Fucked up too much for you to trust me But a nigga transforming on some Bumblebee Generating buzz so they wanna shush me But now I'm done with the shackles nigga this off the cuff, B I want blood so I'm spilling more than just tea In fact this revenge shit is fun to me On the jack straight tripping Nigga Three's Company They always saying this the way it must be So I'm swimming upstream, Salman Rushdie And y'all can call a fatwa on me But a nigga standing tall - I'm a Christmas tree I'm sorry it's just me And I'm sorry you ain't never to get to see a better me I'm sorry for the pregnancy And how that shit was always on you and never me I'm sorry I use words like "allegedly" I'm sorry that I always act so insensitively I'm sorry that it took me so long to say I'm sorry And I'm sorry that it's just a song, B

Ay I hope y'all hear me on this All the young kings and queens and non-binary from Brooklyn to Brisbane The world is yours Be kind, but be strong ya'meen We need y'all now more than ever Y'all could deadass change this whole shit up This right here is your time Let's get it Ay, this a revolution season But it takes a village and machine guns Ain't pledging no allegiance 'Cept to my machine gun Lot of choppers, everybody need one 'Cause it takes a village and machine guns When they come for your daughter how we greet 'em? With a whole village and our machine guns This the city where the skinny niggas die and I'm bony But it's like 50 niggas down slide for me I'm like Biggie Stardust, The Notorious Bowie See these ghosts know me Ay and this what they told me To make a track to tell these cracker bastards to blow me Rhymes fat I rap obese, I'm a acrobat like Adobe Won't be no peace til we see 'em free the homies But like Sting was waving his ding-a-ling We keep getting fucked by the Police Ay, this a revolution season But it takes a village and machine guns Ain't pledging no allegiance 'Cept to my machine gun Lot of choppers, everybody need one 'Cause it takes a village and machine guns When they come for your daughter how we greet 'em? With a whole village and our machine guns A guilty conscience for this monstrous machine Telltale heart - it's a TikTok thing Like Mumia Abu Feds COINTEL'ing me Album all in the schools Kids show-and-telling me So me, I'm just tryna tell my niggas I believe Phone full of contacts that be helping me to see They can tell we intelligent, so they tell us take a seat Bitch you can't tell me nothing so you telling me to leave? Nigga no Please leave us alone We just searching for meaning We just dreaming of home We ain't weeping no more 'Bout how you treating us so If you ain't in it for the kids, fuck you doing it for? Ay, this a revolution season But it takes a village and machine guns Ain't pledging no allegiance 'Cept to my machine gun Lot of choppers, everybody need one 'Cause it takes a village and machine guns When they come for your daughter how we greet 'em? With a whole village and our machine guns Got a whole fucking legion Everybody packing machine guns And we ain't pledging no allegiance 'Cept to our machine guns Bro don't give me no reason To go get my machine gun They come for child we'll meet 'em With a whole village and our machine guns When my daughter turns 13 I'ma get her a machine gun Wanna play Jackie Gleason? Body bag how you leaving Real shit though

Blessed be the shooter, may the Lord open this snake pit And we'll paint the way to the future with the blood of all these rapists They is like a tumor and the sooner that we shake it The sooner you boomers keep us from going fuckin' apeshit They make a bitch go from Coltrane to Body Count Basie Freedom be an acquired taste, we got a lot on our plate, B In the dark like Arya Stark That's word to Maisie They face me and take a loss But the L is raw, it's like Tracee Dee-dee, sweetie, time to go catch a predator by his toe She know his info and licked 10 shots getting in the door Either way he getting clapped but he tryna get out the window Either way he catch 22 'cause a bitch packing extendos Blinded by the spite Going Super Saiyan tonight With blond hair and a gun Like shorty playing Skylar White 'Cause you know the saying right? "If she's old enough to bleed, She's old enough to carry a razor And cut your face up into little pieces of meat" Cracker please We ain't going back to no slave ship All that hate we facing In a way it's the same shit So I don't care if you was giant Stay the fuck up out my way bitch 'Cause all of y'all is the same height When you're lying on the pavement Blessed be the shooter, may the Lord open this snake pit And we'll paint the way to the future with the blood of all these rapists They is like a tumor and the sooner that we shake it The sooner you boomers keep us from going fuckin' apeshit They make a bitch go from Coltrane to Body Count Basie Freedom be an acquired taste, we got a lot on our plate, B In the dark like Arya Stark That's word to Maisie They face me and take a loss But the L is raw, it's like Tracee They want us back in Gilead Fuck outta here - never that I got a big head with some big dreads So you know I don't never cap I'm a lil' bit El Chapo A lil' bit Barack yo And i'm here to help a sister get a big pack like Costco 'Cause she went to university Got her first degree in murdering And it'd certainly be a shame To see that shirt stained burgundy They turned the streets to Vietnam So we stay strapped 'til they disarm 'Cause we getting the last laugh We the epilogue in a sitcom Cracker please We ain't going back to no slave ship All this subjugation In a way it's the same shit So I don't care if you was giant Stay the fuck up out my way bitch 'Cause all of y'all is the same height When you're lying on the pavement Blessed be the shooter, may the Lord open this snake pit And we'll paint the way to the future with the blood of all these rapists They is like a tumor and the sooner that we shake it The sooner you boomers keep us from going fuckin' apeshit They make a bitch go from Coltrane to Body Count Basie Freedom be an acquired taste, we got a lot on our plate, B In the dark like Arya Stark That's word to Maisie They face me and take a loss But the L is raw, it's like Tracee

Yo we're back on Blonded Los Santos 97.8 FM with Triz Nathaniel Yeah yeah Real quick, before I let you go I just wanna ask you, why are you doing this And why right now? Us old-heads always be like "We need a new Malcolm, we need a new Martin" And of course no disrespect to the OG's but like There's this quote from a poem that June Jordan wrote It's this joint called A Poem for South African Women And it ends with "we're the ones we've been waiting for" And like that's it right there We here nigga We here We was waiting on a miracle Like a hero in a cape or Some way forward But really though We're the ones we've been waiting for They chose to take whats yours And Bezos keep taking more So we tell these men The hell with them We're the ones we've been waiting for We was going nowhere like revving the curb Rules was no fair and guess who it served Set us with terms that was better than hers But we ain't feeling that like severing nerves Put the whole shit together, we connected the turds On street shit, never what you get in the burbs Still repping the nerds when I'm wrecking a verse So for better or worse I speak veteran words A new chapter, we turned the page 'Cause we're the ones make the world change Get it more black, get it more gay  Make George Takei be like "oh hey!" Y'all boo at us, bitch we don't care 'Cause we seen what make y'all niggas cheer So we score one for the losers Now they faking like they was saying boo-urns And we getting drunk off that D'usse We ain't gave a fuck since Tuesday We litty in the Jacuzzi 'Cause we far away from they cruelty See I speak raw nigga, it's deep ball nigga Going over ya head - it's a leap frog nigga Write a deep song, still get a "yee-haw, nigga!" So tell Griselda put me on nigga We was waiting on a miracle Like a hero in a cape or Some way forward But really though We're the ones we've been waiting for They chose to take whats yours And Bezos keep taking more So tell these men The hell with them We're the ones we've been waiting for