[Verse 1: Akin]

React. In fact, we soar on a higher plane

Me black, me rap, me craft to go against fame

They hear, they fear, they're preying on some dumb lame

The sheep, they sleep, they keep on igniting flames

We are human. But are we really? Cause

Them kids want the sex, drugs, rock n' roll, VICE buzz

I’m among that voice for sale (yeah)

Revolution byproduct—exploit the feel (go)

Speak your mind, boy—keep it real

And that’s me in a gang of stars who chase mass appeal (uh huh)

Def Jam, Interscope validate my skill (yeah)

B-boy white boys validate my will (what?)

Gimme 10 mics, please—it better be a meal ticket

Out of misery, yet, I write, dog, still (yeah)

We only great by default. So what does that mean?

To bring about change, I came—a beauty extreme

Quote from Dave Chappelle. Farewell in lost episode

Dreaming in Africa. In March, lock and reload

The green dot and, oh, shout to Femi (oh)

It's free nights and weekends that's spent with the Henny—no

More of that though. I’m out for the cash flow

Slay hypocrites—white elites are straight assholes (uh huh)

[Bridge: Akin]

Stare in the sun, then eventually blind

Grind in the night—in event, we shine

Light in the sky with your name—it reads:

It's "Pretty Dark Things." Baby, get acquainted, begin

[Verse 2: Cise Star]

He panics at the disco. 20/20 with Cisco

Yelled at the sheriff and cut a fool at the bistro

It’s minimal—Ikea. Nice music of the cosmos

Miami life prices—went clubbing with Donnie Darko

Automaton Apollo, a fashionista Gestapo

Vice mag reader who thinks he’s cool apostle

Radiant like aliens—a funky homosapien

Used to rock a trucker hat with belt buckle—dangerous

Fuck that rap shit. Black people are classic

Uber white boys disdain the name cracker

But want to use nigga as if fashion allows it

You better stay quiet or the riot about to happen—blow

Radiant cool boy, hipster, and a scenester

Nothing ever sacred, so say something and mean it

Everything can be reduced to clever little stickers

But you better watch yourself if you slip and call me nigga

This is, this is my testament to

Those that make light of real pain and issue

Radiant cool boy. Nothing ever sacred

Stand for nothing but criticize everything (Stop!)