[Sample]
(...It’s a dog)
Payback is a dog (Dog, it’s a dog)
Payback is a dog (Dog, it’s a dog)

Alright man shoot it

[Phone Audio]
Alright hey yo this is Uncle London I’m callin in, on the check in, and um, I just want a strong shout man
I just want you to know man
The best way to get to know somebody is to show them who the fuck you are nahmsayin?
And im really really getting to know a lot of yall, really
So don’t hide, nahmsayin?
Stay up, stay tight, stay real
And imma squalor back
Brooklyn

[Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]
Yo
Yo
Yo, turn my vocals up a little bit?
Just a smidge?
Yo

[Verse 1]
I was a runt chasing pigeons up in Von King Park
I used to fall big momma would dust my knees off
Oshkosh tees, scuffed my aqua green 54 11's chasin oh shit girl from Black Ink
Her hair clickin in twist with barrettes and beads
Bubblegum eyes in my ninja turtles ice cream, chillin
Sittin' on the about five cent then
Back when a hundred dollars felt like a gazillion
Cracked vials clogging up the sprinklers in the park
The blissful ignorance of Mayor Dinkins old New York
Walk through streets like I hopped out of a time machine
‘cause ya'll see things how they are, and I see them how they used to be
Knock down the projects, paint over the murals
Fine a n**** for pourin' Hennessy out for his heroes
Black mans a nomad without collective growth
So massa say "you gotta leave" that mean your black ass gotta go
Sankofa say look to the past to find our wisdom seize up our ancestors replenish as intuition
That’s how I wrote this lyric
I know Nanny, Jamel and Uncle Kwame are listenin'
I’m guided by their spirits
Visions of the future that's reflected by the past
If we only knew our mistakes then I’d kick us in the ass
Maybe I’m gettin' old or maybe I’m too dramatic
Would greet each other as "god" now we call each other savages
That's some backwards shit
All the facts done flipped
Lynched on a cell phone camera like on plantations
When they would whip a man for his kids to see
Cut his dick off then mix it in with the pig feed
Subconsciously weaken the men in the eyes of they queen
She said, “you can’t protect you, so how you gon’ protect me?"
Shit is deep I often ponder what Marcus Garvey would think of n****s screamin "Worldstar!" while they swung from a tree
Mirror
[Phone Audio]
To all my real ones out there, wherever the fuck you go, pay attention to what's goin' on, and demand respect

[Verse 2]
Yo
Uncles was all Godbody
Had names like Infinite, True God, Saladiem and Born Knowledge
Bombin in the streets while kamikaze
Buck the heat I would em lick war wounds from drug beef
Twist the cap off his Old English with his teeth
Isaac Hayes "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" on repeat
Uncle Pop Coney Island legend, Bing Monster, Black Panther ’97 went to war with the Aryans
Killed the chicken with his bare hands, plucked it and boiled it to feed the fam and he was only eleven then
Man before his time dunked a ball before he was barely 5’ 9”
All-City in three sports but MVP with the 9
Rob the corner store, took the surveillance tape
We would watch it in my crib like NBA players on game day
Sunday when you got knocked, I remember how much I cried
You home now, still writing this with tears in my eyes ‘cause you’re my idol no words define your legacy
Taught me to see the best in me
Swaggy like my Uncle Flex, articulate goon
How many gangstas in BK came through big bro's game room?
I would steal your Wallabees they was too large for my feet
Guess, leathers and Icebergs like I worked at S&D
Knuckle game legendary from Allenwood to Danbury
Cheesecakes from scratch flash cash ‘cause it's necessary
See so much of you in Heron and Glo
And all our issues killin me I just thought you should know
There's growing pains and I know that's nothing that you don’t know
But I still gotta be me, gotta follow my soul
Scratch that, my uncle mark my heart, the reason I started rappin
I was a baby he would let me take vinyls to scratch
Brownsville warrior hustles he ran through all of em
Plate in his half bullet fragment still in his abdomen
A true survivor
Few was live-er
Cokey my little brother, forever I got him
I could go on and on but my words too strong for this song
Thought I should look away but Im caught up staring too long
In black mirrors
[Phone Audio]
(I want everybody to know this is King Shango)
I'm the uncle of Pop known as eXquire
And no matter what you do in this world there will always be thunder and lightning and we will always hit our target, maybe not every time, but when we do hit, we hit with both barrels, and we gonna keep gouging till the last child on earth


Ase
Ha ha ha
I like that
That was good