[Verse 1: Akin]
I fight grimy
Grey smoke, young folk behind me
Stool pigeon mocked, got shot untimely
Nine miles of running. He only had another left
Say, "Hello, alien. Glad to meet your brother death"
We are metropolis. United and we here for
Beige, white, green, red, Bill, Juan and Hect-or
"Jenny from the Block," Vanessa on the hilltop
Keisha got knocked up—"Black Girl Lost" shit
Enforce it. Overseeing laws and endorse it
Runaway so, yo, I don’t give a horseshit
I’m the man with the master plan
Now hiring—smiling faces in demand, y'all
Pay per view special—Brokeback and dead Jews
Surround sound hatred—wait and get a earful
We all need a brand—don’t we all need a hand?
I’m suicidal sheep reborn elephant and
Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera
Resident alien, where’s Jimmy Hoffa?
Tupac Amaru, black vote in memoriam
Escape them—now go scream, "Republic"

[Verse 2: Cise Star]
Suicide kings reign hope on apocalypse
The doctor say, "Pull it," but the family stay stopping it
Sky so blue, but the water looking ominous
The monster in the deep, in the closet and it’s pondering
That n***a went to jail, so he kissing on Michael
Swear he a Muslim, but he still read the Bible
Shit’s so confused like top breaking news
How we go from genocide to Jolie baby blues?
No priority, so the story boring me
Fuck a damn terrorist—I’m harmed by the authorities
Red and blue lights in my mirror never nice
Stay (stay) in the car (car) blind by the flashlight
All up in my shit. Got damn, you's a bitch
You better write me a fucking ticket
[Verse 3: Akin]
Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera
Alek Wek beautiful—fuck Paris Hilton
Trust fund babies got beats and they rhyme too
With no imagination. We are hip hop
Now I’m Bigger Thomas. Live on the set, drinking Evian
Still, new director yelled, "(Cut!) Why your panties on?
Quit, belladonna. We only need a couple takes"
So we got hot—I blew heaven on her pretty face
And these are the breaks (breaks) for all who relate to
This tragedy at stake (stake). Adult biz can make you
Lose all juice, dog. You was once native
Naïve in thought—protagonist save him
Hallmark cards, blonde sex gods they gave him
Religion like crack musical clap they made him
All weak, softy asleep need coffee
Go back to kill her (Kill her. Shhh. Softly)