[Verse 1: Icon Okee]
Sit down and talk to me
I shall warrant no apologies
The nerve of you n***as, and I ain’t talkin’ Neurology
Big Brother’s watchin’ me, wanna blind me subconsciously
Paleontology, alien gods, it’s all a mockery
The lies, monopoly, race baitin’ headlines constantly
They diss her since her skin is chocolatey, eyes mahogany
Here we go, you wanna make a trend out the torture
But n***a no, it’s real, ain’t no end to the torment
So who’s turn is it? One wrong turn, we turnin’ in
The truth is permanent, royal hermits under the firmament
They know it all, but they don’t know shit
Turned a symbol of God’s promise to some homo shit?
Aww! Aww! That’s a low-blow hit
Adam and Adam get wedded while the homies get wetted
“Keep it under 5 hundred mill,” blood it will spill
Our brothers get killed, and everyone’s like fuck it, for real

[Verse 2: Moufpece Da Rippa]
Real n***a shit
I see your true colors not your new colors
I thought I knew brothers, but they true suckers
No time for no handouts, no hand daps
For them days I had doubts, no hand claps
No radio play, no tour DJ
No stadium play (I) can barely get out of this state
Get fired from every job that I’m hired in
Bills always due, play the violins
Cops on pursuit commit violence
Pay dues or die over nonsense
Lake dried where I used to find peace at
Friends die everyday; R.I.P. hats
Child born in a cruel world, new girl
Born a black man then you got half a chance
Like half a leg, or half a hand
A n***a’s still a n***a even if he is Dapper Dan