[Intro]
Opposites attract, its kinda like that
Say one thing, and take it right back
Felt one way, but then time passed
Thought I'd produce, instead I write raps
On a big ship, what's with the life rafts?
You took a brown shit, what's with your white ass?
I'm trying to walk right, but keep a flight pass
Why don't you walk what you talk? I thought you might ask

[Verse]
I wrote a song, partially in Ojibwe
Now anishinaabeg make me tall like Dikembe
My friends say, I deserve the props that the song brang
I must say, I'm not a fluent speaker like my sensei
Some naysay, he's taking advantage of language to get a vacay
A pay day, but they can get off my pijaag I'll help em vacate
Hey hey hey, im simply trying to have a good time with my gang gang
Get off my ship and sit on a tip that welcomes chimps who wanna gang bang
I wasn't trying to lie or disguise my image
I was just trying to revive and liven up the love of my linguists
Anishinaabemowin, it was probably potent
Cause I got people hitting me up telling me now they want to know it
When I sat down and wrote it, I was potently focused
Enjoyed writing about them aspects of my life that were hopeless
Only hoping y'all'd notice, and ask who the hell wrote this
A sacred language was spoken and its so dope how he flowed it
But it was written in english, big ups to nenow-giizhik
He translated the chorus and had a speaker proof read it
Then she made some corrections, and I made the connection
I spit it to the instrumental the way it fit was a blessing
It was meant to be, it was supposed to happen
It was meant to be, it was supposed to happen
It was meant to be, it was supposed to happen
It was meant to be, so I'd suppose I'd rap it
I met her in elementary, spent an entire year with her
Wouldn't see her again until my high school freshman year entered
She'd disappear again until my junior year in college
I wrote her in April of my senior year, then I dropped it
I suppose I realized I couldn't force her to be my passion
That's when I accepted the truth hit the booth and kept on rapping
Still I must've treated her good because she'd treat me better
And that was to be expected, according to my mentor
He said what you do for the language the language will do for you
Not in them exact words, but you still get the clue
I'm from the bricks she's from the sticks we're not a 1 and 2
If you thought I was fluent in her tongue I guess I had you fooled
April Fools, it wasn't my intention
Y'all just blew it up, and took things out of perspective