[Verse 1: Bazz]
Don’t hand me a script
I don’t wanna play the role I've been casted
All my scenes in the street til they throw me up in a casket
At the hands of police chief and he blastin
Claiming that he see me with a weapon but he cappin' (but he cappin)
The only ammunition that I got is this language
I use it to establish my stance on all this havoc (all this havoc)
Haven’t you seen it on the news ouu it’s drastic (yeah yeah)
Some would say it’s faker than a booty filled with plastic (yeah yeah)
Operating under the assumption that we have shit
You can't tell we don’t cause we wear expensive fabrics (expensive fabrics)
Yeah
Don’t need empty promises (Nah)
All this party picking politicking I hate all of it
I’m supposed to be a thug not a college kid (not a college kid)
Astonishing, we build this nation but got problems with (got problems with)
The government, racist portions tho, so yeah all of it
Till I get my reparations, settle for what Obama did
40 acres and a donkey ain’t shit to me
Tell me bout emancipation you don’t know what it means (what it means)
A young black man winning they hate that right there
I’m the definition of a slave-owners nightmare
My fears include hogs rocking rockets
The option of getting dropped is what’s locking me in the projects
Got nothing in my pockets but my hands up like I’m rocky when they stop me (brrt)
Walkie-talkie say shots fired when he shot me
I hope the police say sorry to my mommy (sorry)
She gon' miss me, prolly kiss me, then find the opp and drop his top
Blood on her hands now but it was worth it maybe not
If only she had a tommy
Wouldn’t bother anybody
You can’t be surprised when Tyrone don’t come home
When the 12 serve and protect whoever color match they own (match they own)
They say this country not our home, damn
That's cause this country not our home
[Chorus: Bazz & Crimmy Banks]
We went from chains on our feet to rocking chains round the neck
Cracking whips had us crying
Now it’s whips that we driving
In the field out for hours and it wasn’t no check
Just to make it
Check the time on a watch with baguettes
Went from chains on our feet to rocking chains round the neck
Cracking whips had us crying
Now it’s whips that we driving
In the field out for hours and it wasn’t no check
Just to make it (yeah)
Check the time on a watch with baguettes (yeah yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Crimmy Banks]
Baguettes in the face that’s what NAV said
And the immigrant in me is gonna work for that bread
Always stay behind the scenes always knowing my place (background)
I guess they like me better when I don’t talk about race (nah)
To the ladies who cross the street cause they don’t like my swag (you scared?)
To the TSA who can’t keep their hands out of my bag (I don't got nothin')
To the kids who bullied me from hypebeasts to boy scouts
Thank you for your service you gave me something to write about (inspiration)
Writing is my refuge but my country kicks out refugees
They want tech support but point tecs at us in the streets (BAM)
No ICE on my wrist to measure my worth
When ICE agents put my brothers down in the dirt (up in the sand)
They pushing I’m ducking and swerving I’m hurting for certain
They can’t see past the brown (nah)
They can’t see past the turban (nah)
They can’t see an MC or alleviate his burden (okay)
Society is trying me and I don’t know the verdict
So I keep my circle close, real ones by my side (circle small)
I know my history, you can hear it when I rhyme
They could colonize my country, not indoctrinate my mind
My cerebral stay on lethal, northern lights up on my time
And to the competition tell them rest in peace (R.I.P.)
Put a plaque up on the wall like it’s my next degree (PhD)
Won’t ever stop chasing the bag till I get my peace
And I’ll be all up in the news check the press release
My parents put their trust in me so I will deliver
Like UPS I’m on the up and coming check my figures (check the stats)
Remember rap stands for rhythm and poetry
Yeah, you should be scared, cross the street if you notice me (if you notice)