Intro: Steve Biko Speaks

Verse1:
Mark my words its the year of the Roc
Fin to cut careers short its the year of the crop
Strengthen my jaw game snap another rapper in half
My reputation got a tough skin, year of the croc
It's not fair to compare me to just any MC
It be like Teddy Ruxpin against a Grizzly B
I'm an extremist when it comes to this English
Either I'm shred up every 26 letters or I'm crawlin' back in my shell
And these average ninjas no better than try and get busy with mе
Cuz I'm Magna Cum Laude and y'all just lousy students out
To copy me to gеt to the roof of my high-rise
But this queen so fly when crossin' them T's and dottin' them I's
Surprised that y'all don't ask to see proof of my freakin' sky miles
Clutchin' to that tattle like I ain't paid my dues
Like they be still in the race if they ran a yard in my shoes
I don't think this track can take more abuse, ya heard me?

Chorus:
Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x4

Verse 2:
See I was rappin' with a full time gig, homie
10 albums deep and y'all still workin' on that mixtape
Now everybody that was talkin that shit tryna get into my shows
I let 'em in at a fixed rate
I hold grudges cuz these bros ain't loyal
They'll smile in your face and still try to destroy you
But I am unbreakable, and your Mr. Glass
Sam Jackson that ass and turn your fiction to pulp
I will
Chop and screw your bars down to shreds and devour that inedible trash in one gulp
Cuz I'm the hope partner, ask David Banner
He hopped on my last track and made a classic in Atlanta
While you talk about Lebron, we got 'em talkin about ??lamooma??
This revolution in 3 verses of music y'all ain't ready for it
I'm tryna make over a THOT into MA'AT
Tar and feather every set in the game no need to credit for it


Chorus:
Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x4

Verse3:

I'm a different type of breed
My skill level significantly exceeds
Over every gender, ethnicity, every creed don't give me the Reign(rein) if you don't expect the master to lead, bruh
I write what I like, wanna be Steve Biko
Middle finger to the clerk and the prime evil
Them dirty boys foul don't want to give me the free throw
Leave this black text on the white sheet and yell ??lamamma?? to the people
Gold bricks on the unmarked ship to Puerto Rico
What's a dollar to a sovereign
I broke the law like I'm Niko
If the Feds watchin I'm on the next shuttle to Heathrow
Hop a red eye to the red sky outside Mexico
You don't really wanna Salsa with the Don Dada
If you ain't workin' with that ??Altar?? papa don't bother
I got some warriors at my door with that metal on the floor
They about to orchestrate a coup so you should run bye bye

Chorus:
Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby x2
Steve Biko Baby
Its Biko baby..Its Bik, Bik, Biko baby
Outro:
Steve Biko Talks