Hats off for the trap lords
That passed off crack rocks into rap songs
And branched off to the back office Warren Buffets
The black sort from our soil
That hand over mad budgets like Davos
Black boys that transform
Hand over knuckle cash wards
Lifelong struggles and handed down crutches
Back home
Right or wrong you only a judge if you wasn’t black born
By law, We second class runner up until ‘94
Rainbows, unicorns, sing in unison for landlords
Payloads, uniforms still unusual for my folks
Gameshows, cooning it’s all seducing til the mind go
Not mine though, I was bleeding on vinyl
I was teaching my young boy
What to eat and to pass on
Wax on wax off, it slaps like karate kid
Numbers don't lie but you fuckers miscalculate
I tell the doc DNR do not resuscitate
You really wanna be a star
You know that’s just gas in space?
I was strolling down avenue George V
When y’all we still shoveling Shawshank
Hopping out the black double RR
Double parking in Rosebank
With a oil tank like the George W war plan
Tour vans in Toulouse number two on fans
Homeland not too moved, I drew up new floor plans
Hell of thing, got elephant skin like new Jordans
Wrestling pens, devilish skill, a true horror
For lesser men, yet again it’s a new order
The revenant torn up
Left me for dead in a bear skin by Autumn
Revenge is served cold bruh
You tweeting ‘bout snakes my belt is a cobra
The feats for the race, I Denzel the Oscar
The mic’s a prosthetic for the prophetic author
Step in the Octagon I am Kool Keith Thornton
Who needs problems, teaching kids to read novels
That’s one less slave girl for Lupita Nyog’o
Gucci the combo
Spitting bars flew me to Oslo
A bag for the kids Marsupials on board
Joey Crack frame Stogie suited in Tom Form
That’s all the way up to the Mark Rubins on Forbes
You All gas, I am be mount Vesuvius to your blow torch
Archaeology ruins for students to brush off
But of course
It’s not the same with all you lames
I am Martin King you Martin Payne
My side’s a 8, a 5’s your main
Do I what I want, do what you can
That Salvador Dali typa strange
I am in the paint, you out the frame
You just a man, I am Tarzan ape