Verse 1 (Lansky):

What's going down around the globe leave me feeling so appalled, and i don't know, anything at all just like a three year old
Seems to me that we separate, communication is severed
Politically misdirected, while they policing correctness
Living in america, where there ain't no grey area
You liberal or bigoted, pussy or conservative
They be missing the message
So surfacey misinterpreting damned if i have a perspective
They so anti-introspective
Either we so offended by everything every second
Or wholly insensitive, fuck the present chief-in-command
N***a i prefer my presidents dead, up in my hand
Ain't that capitalism, ain't I a true American?

Chorus (Lansky, Mia Jae):

Why you talkin, why you walkin, why you saggin like that?
Stop complaining, go and do shit, we ain't holding you back
Why you listen to that music, why you moving like that?
And you wonder why employers never calling you back?

Guess these n***as will be n***as though
You know
N***as will be n***as though
You know
I guess these n***as will be n***as though
That's fo' sho'
Know N***as will be n***as though
Oh well...
Mia (Interlude):

You know they always comin' out about the way I dress, my hair, my nails, they always got something to say like my educational pedigree isn't up there

(I know)

Papi, do me a favor take that to the back

(Yeah I got you)

Like I was saying, I'm a queen

(Oh I know that)

Everyone needs to know that!

Verse 2 (Nitty):

Okay
Remember when they sold you dreams with acres in the back?
Remember when the corporations didn't fuck with rap?
I remember pointing fingers on the days of the attacks
And I remember when we cheered because my president was black
Home of the brave, land of the free
Unless you look something like me
Brown woman, refugee, immigrant, or LGBT
I dont think n***as sensitive
They just mad at new representatives
Who gon' point em out
Then void em out
Now they callin me argumentative?
But i ain't start all the isms?
I ain't fillin up prisons
Say im gon die a hero
Or live long enough to be a villain?
Man, I be chillin, Bob Dylan
With some driven women unwilling
To pick a side
Shut ya eyes
Buy, consume, and then ya die
Fuck that

Lansky:

N***as will be n***as though
You know

N***as will be n***as...




Chorus (Lansky, Mia Jae):

Why you talkin, why you walkin, why you saggin like that?
Stop complaining, go and do shit, we ain't holding you back
Why you listen to that music, why you moving like that?
And you wonder why employers never calling you back?

Guess these n***as will be n***as though
You know
N***as will be n***as though
You know
I guess these n***as will be n***as though
That's fo' sho'
Know N***as will be n***as though
Oh well...
Mia Jae:

WEll, well oh well...