[Verse 1: Nocando & Open Mike Eagle]

I'm underground man like I'm beneath the streets

I dress nice but I ain't no goddamned sneaker freak

I freestyle, if you need receipts buy CDs from me

These good for nothing scenesters, treat me like a piece of meat

And if I am it's gotta be well done Filet Mignon

I'm a walking rail gun, aiming songs, saying Psalms

Yay though I walk through the valley of mediocre monuments

I promise to break 'em off, until the day that they evolve

This to all the adolescent Negro lads

Who make sketches and day dream the whole class

In '96 they would have been De La Soul fans

(In 2010) It's My Chemical Romance

Still rebellin' since it's the first sign of intelligence

(Today) Shirt size more relevant

Tight long sleeves won't disguise your melanin

But it's too late to lionize the four elements

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle & Nocando]

And I won't apologize for it

This is not a bunch of ravings but a bunch of black man's art

And I promise

The status quo will never be my friend

And I promise

The way it is'll never be again

And I won't apologize for it

This is not a bunch of ravings but a bunch of black man's art

And I promise

The status quo will never be my friend

And I promise

The way it is'll never be again

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle & Nocando]

Shows filled with back packers

And drunk party girls in heels and black rap shirts

Scene's built on the backs of black rappers

(Somehow)When I'm asking for cash you can't answer

Descendants of the folks that shackled my ancestors

Come to watch us battle and cackle like Fran Drescher

That's the demographic since it's been adapted

Bottled up and sold as some old nigga magic

Now everybody's got a rapper friend

But my name's higher on the flyer

There's a reason I'm performing after them

You know what makes you seem less important?

You just came here to cock jock your best friend's boyfriend

You don't deserve to stand there

Embezzling our damn air

Showin' unemotional fanfare

And acting like you can't care

Well I don't give a fuck if you're somebody's co-worker

From So-and-So Burger

That freestyles with MC Mo Murder

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle & Nocando]

And I won't apologize for it

This is not a bunch of ravings but a bunch of black man's art

And I promise

The status quo will never be my friend

And I promise

The way it is'll never be again

And I won't apologize for it

This is not a bunch of ravings but a bunch of black man's art

And I promise

The status quo will never be my friend

And I promise

The way it is'll never be again

[Verse 3: Nocando & Open Mike Eagle]

Every time you see me in the place

You can see it on my face

I got raps full of dope like Maria Full of Grace

Like a cheetah with the pace

But not a cheater in the race

The kids make me sick like gonorrhea anyway

Too many egos in the way

Thinking somebody should king 'em

In a kingdom, but Rome didn't shank Caesar in a day

Cause my little brother never heard of Little Brother

Cause all the girls in their video kept their nipples covered

The only ones he can discover

Are the ones that please Viacom's executive nigga lovers

So it's another monkey-po gimmick

Sambo videos with country crows in 'em

Middle school virgins playing run-and-go-get-it

Cause they memorized songs about nuttin' on women