[Intro]
Praise
I just don't understand how things got so out of hand
Tell me

[Verse 1: Torae]
I'm back for another go 'round on this merry-go-round
I'm livin', pennin' and givin' you imperial sound
Turn the booth to a burial ground, I hommie everything
The James Holmes of the poems, I shotty every...
Every beat is the bang, every ringer I rang
Every Tweeter, every speaker say I'm doin' my thang
The units I slang, move it, remain, crew is the same
Out in Hollywood swingin', shit is Kool & the Gang
My Balmains got gratuitous hang, it's grown man sag
Traded the thots for stocks, that's grown man swag
Add a "mothafucka" so the ignant people hear me
Miseducated as Ms. Hill in your theories
Tryna provide answers like Sway searchin' his Siri
With Kanye at his side, now can you feel me?
This shit is that crucial, it's ever fuck me or act neutral
Cause they'd rather shoot you than salute you

[Interlude: Torae]
I mean I couldn't figure a better way to set it off
Been goin' on for a minute, I've been spittin'
Yeah, this that imperial sound shit
Sing it, though
Let's get back to it