[Intro]

[P Walsh]: Oh alright

[Shoop]: Alright man, just say something

[P Walsh]: Yeah, I fuck with this one. Alright look

[Hook: Nas] (x2)

And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete

Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike Nikes

And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete

Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike Nike nike nike nikes

[Verse 1: P Walsh]

I'm a victim to the system

I'm just feeling restricted

I don't want to pay tuition

If I have to make a college visit

I'll probably wish I didn't

Because the public institution got my head disputing what I want to do with it

I don't want to sit in an office

None of that nonsense

Rather hear bomb threats

Steer to oncoming traffic

I want to turn speakers to static

My tracks will be erratic

Rap and rep Boston, that's Esoteric

The ass has me distracted

I don't want to be a fraction

A statistic, a name on a staff list

It's Patrick the pacifist from Dallas, Texas

Fuck ethnics, I have the best ethics

Critics never got nothing nice to say

Critics never ask me how's my day

Two shits I don't give about their essay

Even when you hate you put me on display

Disarray, what you feel when you press play on my mixtape

Makes you spray tears down your face

Makes your mind race at an earthquakes pace

I'm so real there's no fake

This isn't even a debate

Nah, this isn't even a debate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: P Walsh]

I spit the flows like hot coals

Hotter than black Nike soles

Rubbing on the sidewalk

Running from white cops

Causing extortion

Abort the abortion

Treating future orphans like a portion of a person

That's murderous torture

That baby could've made a fortune

Postmortem you're feeling horrid

You're probably feeling morbid

Would could've adored her, but no you ignored her

And now they're with the Lord and

You hold pain with no end

Human life you can't expend

And expect to see progress

We can have no less

Or else, we'll be hopeless

Oh yes

[Verse 3: P Walsh]

Society has a policy

It's hypocrisy

It's a mockery

Ya mocking me?

Imma knock your teeth

With my soccer feet

I rock the beat

I'm Socrates

Of this century

It's God who sent me here to drive a Bentley

Eventually, I mess you up mentally

I'm at the scholar gentry

These skills were not lent to me

I'm meant to be

It's destiny

The best since Elvis Presley

This one is done, I'm exiting

[Outro]

[P Walsh]: I mean, that wasn't that bad right?

[Shoop]: I mean, it was alright man, but I wasn't that good