How's it Relevant? (how’s it?)

Mandem ain't no eloquent

Me and you, our story is different

Mine not fun, I'm telling it

My mom, she raised me a gentlemen

Stack mo quid to the ceiling, then

Burst out the window spray out the leaves

Then I let it rain on a brethren

Philanthropy in my cerebellum

Where I been no privilege

All them youth they living in poverty

Opportunities are dead to them

Gee flip coin they represent, Pow pow

He knew no president

He a Pavement boy, knew God is plug

Man ah street intelligent

This a new made

I just served you right ?

I’d like to get you in the flight

But we so high like it's illegal

And if they want us dead, still got seven lives

I like the fact that you fighting in the spirit

African ways, no doubt about it

Righteousness like the filthy rag

God protecting us

What you gone do bout it?

Niggas acting up gangsters

But they ain't even seen a uzi (oou)

And the only uzi they saw

Is the one they only seen in the movie (smooth)

I don't blink much often these days

Cause I always got to see a vision

And the only time I pull a trigger, wishing

Is the only time stars are shooting

Spitting' for closure

Just moved on the bloodline

(You know the rulers)

Can't say these are bad lines

On a broad day light and on the Sunday times

Is all shady, can trace the outline

Matter of fact, know I was always having your back

Needed a space, finna give you the universe

Its all black, looking for Kwame Nkrumah, like that

And if it's white, still work out with the silhouette

And its so much darkness

Sending-sending me threats

All these judges (criticizing me next)

If Left for you

We never reaching out best

And all these haters sending their regrets

From the jungle and I ain't no Mowgli

And to all these writers who don’t know me

I move faster, on the lion

Cause I’m Mufassa

My Kente prides me with Kunta

Handled situations once for like twice in a month and now they call me finesser

Take you to the roots with healing with wet mud keep the red flaming up like kushesha

On good vibe in days

We gone feed on it

I mean negative drums

We don't we don’t beat on it

Man you superstitious

And it's so contagious

With a single word you gone ruin it

This not me saying we on closure or not

Until the stars line up we run different path

Now We's like you ain't with me from the get in 19’s scratch on my disc and you left me a sign

The world is like YouTube

You prolly get the views

The more you getting this

The more you getting dissed too bruh

For my soldiers

Believe that