[Verse 1: Akin]

I fight grimy

Grey smoke, young folk behind me

Stool pigeon mocked, got shot untimely

Nine miles of running. He only had another left

Say, "Hello, alien. Glad to meet your brother death"

We are metropolis. United and we here for

Beige, white, green, red, Bill, Juan and Hect-or

"Jenny from the Block," Vanessa on the hilltop

Keisha got knocked up—"Black Girl Lost" shit

Enforce it. Overseeing laws and endorse it

Runaway so, yo, I don’t give a horseshit

I’m the man with the master plan

Now hiring—smiling faces in demand, y'all

Pay per view special—Brokeback and dead Jews

Surround sound hatred—wait and get a earful

We all need a brand—don’t we all need a hand?

I’m suicidal sheep reborn elephant and

Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera

Resident alien, where’s Jimmy Hoffa?

Tupac Amaru, black vote in memoriam

Escape them—now go scream, "Republic"

[Verse 2: Cise Star]

Suicide kings reign hope on apocalypse

The doctor say, "Pull it," but the family stay stopping it

Sky so blue, but the water looking ominous

The monster in the deep, in the closet and it’s pondering

That nigga went to jail, so he kissing on Michael

Swear he a Muslim, but he still read the Bible

Shit’s so confused like top breaking news

How we go from genocide to Jolie baby blues?

No priority, so the story boring me

Fuck a damn terrorist—I’m harmed by the authorities

Red and blue lights in my mirror never nice

Stay (stay) in the car (car) blind by the flashlight

All up in my shit. Got damn, you's a bitch

You better write me a fucking ticket

[Verse 3: Akin]

Grab your binoculars. We going to the Opera

Alek Wek beautiful—fuck Paris Hilton

Trust fund babies got beats and they rhyme too

With no imagination. We are hip hop

Now I’m Bigger Thomas. Live on the set, drinking Evian

Still, new director yelled, "(Cut!) Why your panties on?

Quit, belladonna. We only need a couple takes"

So we got hot—I blew heaven on her pretty face

And these are the breaks (breaks) for all who relate to

This tragedy at stake (stake). Adult biz can make you

Lose all juice, dog. You was once native

Naïve in thought—protagonist save him

Hallmark cards, blonde sex gods they gave him

Religion like crack musical clap they made him

All weak, softy asleep need coffee

Go back to kill her (Kill her. Shhh. Softly)