Now

Sah-bi-dah-bi-doo-ooh
(Go Demarcus!)
They say I don't sound like a killer
Well, how a killer sound?
Sweaty back to sheet or ground
Whitey wanna see me down
Why you wanna see me down?
Through the rain, the sleet, the street showers
The break of the hours, debris of the towers
Survived 9/11, I'll be damned if we don't make it to heaven
Young Muhammed Atta the way I oughta
No plane lessons, got over the election
See all I gotta do to get some rest in
My bitch was shaped like a crescent
The only walls that work are hers
I hope you catch that message
She used to make me feel protected
Then watched her give up on me
Like I was average, man that shit was depressing!
In this cold, cold world
Where I ain't even got Obama, my little mama
How I'm supposed to feel?
Had it to here, so I know I'm goin' platinum this year
If I don't sell, I'll steal a million copies, I swear
If I don't feel inspired, steal a couple verses, don't care
Bad news got me in a energized so I stand with my guys
Running for the C, they thought we was the Central Park 5
Need the percentage to match how many of y'alls is blind
That's 85 for me, 10 for the team, the rest for you can slide
Why can't we all get what we want?
It's an easy deal for me
But I know history, how it's meant to be
I ain't comin' out with victory
'Cause y'all don't got no ends for me
I've been hurt by you before
Like I've felt it, I'm sure
But I mean a long time ago, like before I was born
Because you're on my mind and bet
I see you every time I look in the mirror
On the wall
Think of the times I used to pat myself
For not being too dark after all
Think of you morning, noon, and night
When it's too dark after all
Till suddenly white was warm and brought love in the same form
"You see how the universe work?"
Takes my hurt and places the cure in the blue eyes of the storm
Now back to myself
Where I could've fought it off, never letting on that
I couldn't move without holding onto you
My alabaster hobby
Never letting you know that it was not glamorous
To dream of white limbs spread holy ghost over my body
Instead, thinkin' white on Brown should be left to peanut butter on wonder bread
(Hit it!)
It's all because of you, I'm feeling sad and red!
Wondering if the bread can dead all that thinking
Make it okay
Tell Jay to send a million my way
It can be done
Like what's better than one billionaire?
None!
If they knew it was good for they heads
They'd put their breesh on buying some new Timbs for my feet
Cause these dirty shits gon make the meanest
Head-bussin' militant out of me
And when we hit the goddam C, I know ain't getting no seats
Y'all hungry for change and upheave, just step on my feet
And the revolution is here
You step on these Timbs and the revolution is right now
Now!
NOW!