[Verse 1: Word Play]
Two words: good wife, love life, no strife
Sit tight, sip sprite, good night, black white
No cash, no lights, no job, live outside
Help these poor people, everybody move!
Two words: racist people, ig’nant folk, Black people stay strong
No matter how wrong or hard it seems
Our race will prosper, equal rights for all
All minorities, everybody move!
Trochaic song, that means, stressed-unstressed, short-long
More important this song’s about all, the wrongs
In the world that people don’t be helping others
People should do right, everybody move!
Two words: King’s dead, Malcolm’s dead, Ghandi’s gone, Lincoln gone
Oh well, they tried, my turn
Slavery’s abolished, voting rights for all
Last word, persevere, everybody move!

[Verse 2: Verse Mack]
Two words: y’all know, I don’t, really rap, y’all n***as really whack, I know that’s fact
The queen and jack, we kill this shit
Too fly, cockpit, too fly, God’s trip
And I get it and I spit it until I’m just done
And I get it and I spit it until we just won
I’m not the Joker but hey this is just fun. Not J or Lauren, but n***a you lost one
Pop rounds, lyrical gun. Got the weight on my shoulders, I carry a ton
Not meaning a pun, not meaning to flee
Not meaning to run, I’m just trying to breathe
More than a failure, I’m tryna succeed. Caged bird, just trying to be free
No animosity towards all of my enemies
I just hope that they all see, I’m not one to take defeat
Feel the beat, listen close. Dope flow, take a dose
Don’t brag, don’t boast. My motto is get bread, make toast
Love me, hate me. Do I care? I don’t
Verse Mack, Word Play. You play, we won’t

[Verse 3: Word Play]
Two words: Word Play, too raw, STL, OKC, atehay susjay, track star
Sooner gang, Northside, complex mind, still raw
Phillies, play against them, everybody lose
33, Hate trees, eat peas, kill c’s, kill these, white people that hate Black folk
Try to, hang me, wrong choice, get shot
Word Play, stay real, down in Houston, stay trill
OKC get Bradley Beal, Illuminati, that ain’t real
Like Halo Imma shooter still, girl want this pickle, you know it’s dill
Word Play, class of 1-2. You wish you was one too