[Intro: Callon B]

Hey yo

I know I’m not supposed to be here right now

But I’ve certainly made myself at home We’re going to go straight into the verse

Check it

[Verse 1: Callon]

The who claim divinity’s name remains mystery

He who gain affinity share the same chemistry

God above everything real before anything

Love power make a way meditate radiate priority

Never stand by I stand with the minority

All seeing eye I I peep the sly sorcery

Diamond in the sky I keep my mind orbiting

It’s been a long time so I got to rhyme cordially

Yo environmental mastery soon as a mic’s passed to me

I respond naturally with abstract rhapsody

White people casually say he’s good actually

I dig his whole vibe but he acts to black for me

The hood used to laugh at me

Both scenes ain’t backing me all of its straight blasphemy

The local art scene never recognizes rapping

See me out in public like how’s your little rap thing

Play it in the bars and clubs in their cars and their trucks

Love the culture but don’t want to see us up

Rappers hate to see you win they get jealous and pretend

Because in the end you just competition yeah

They change up faster than trends in the rap game

Main stream lames keep saying that I act strange

Tryna break away from my fore fathers past hate

Heritage is stained great grand daddy had slaves

[Chorus 1: Callon B]

This calligraphy of hip hop antiquity

We Reclaim history of silhouette memories

B retain chivalry keep peace humility

This symphonized symmetry of sweet sweet soliloquiesSweet sweet soliloquies Sweet sweet sweet sweet Sweet soliloquies

Yo check it

[Verse 2: Callon B]

Yo these words that stay will vibe-rate your vertebrae

I don’t spit bars I eat emcees regurgitate

Honing my craft for over half of my life

Rappers delight it Just so happens I’m white

I studied rap since age 8 I faced harsh reality’s

The lack of commonalities because of my race

8 mile had taught me that I got to snap

In the face of diversity so bring the controversy

The radio station won’t play my jam so I’m jamming the airwaves

Time for some fair play dare says

Another rapper shooting me down

When the top 40 pop stars stealing the sound

Do the math every genre was inspired by blacks

And they threw them all together now we have rap

Yeah these media schemes eyes glued to the screen

Urban style and slang all on the TV

So miss me saying I’m appropriating

Wh When Hollywood jeopardized the arts for entertainment

I ain’t got to come from the hood to know it’s fucked up

War in the streets you naive about what’s what

Never on the block just been around it enough

To know closet racism When I see some

So how many venue owners will drop the N bomb

Then turn around and ask me to play hip hop

Naw ha I think your privilege got you tripping

Bet we don’t conduct business that ain’t how I’m representing American whites all raised to be oblivious

Systemic racism stay continuous

Who wrote the code to the program projects

A process of sub conscious brain washing

I broke the hypnosis psyched the psychosis

I’m loaded I progressed their prognosis

Word is bond this the realist word spoken

Yeah word is bond this that realist word spoken

Said word is bond this that realist word spoken

Yeah word is bond this that realist word spoken

[Chorus: Callon B]

This calligraphy of hip hop antiquity

We Reclaim history of silhouette memories

B retain chivalry keep peace humility

This symphonized symmetry of sweet sweet soliloquies