[Intro]

Let's try somethin' new

It’s been a long time coming!

Let me try something brand new

Hey yo Ski!

We overdue, man

Come on!

Yo what we do it for?

This is for the day-trippers and the hipsters

Whores and the fashionistas

Spiritual leaders practicing all the laws of attraction

The teachers who read the passages

From the Bhagavad Gita

We bustin off Dalai Lamas and flashin' heaters (?)

With the shooting, the thugging and all the spooning

The crooning, the auto-tuning. Alas

You be tellin', peddlin' to consumers

I'm helping them to see through it

Get with this new movement

Let's move it!

[Hook]

Through the cold rain

I’m still standing right here

Even though it (?)

[Verse 2]

Yeah I’m a product of Reaganomics

From the blocks where they rockin' the feds like Jay Electronica

Drop and make this a lock that the crime is where the heart is

Could drop, and make us (?), that the crime is where the heart is

Where the Jesus or Muhammad regardless of where the mosque is

They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophet

Tell me where do we stop it?

Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?

Is the answer burning Qurans so that we can defend Islamics?

The answer's upon us with a hash tag, a trendy topic

You take away the freedoms that we brought in the game

Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein

In a desert praying for rain

My music's like a drug, and they tend to take it in the vein

It ain’t for the well-behaved

The soundtrack for when you're braver, the score when you felt afraid

More than your average rapper so you sort of felt the (?)

The brain is like a cage, you a slave, and that's why they lovin' you

This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W

[Hook] x2

I do it for the trappers, other rappers

The backbackers, the crackers

The niggas, the metal-packers

The victims of ghetto factories

I do it for the families

The citizens of humanity

MCs endangered species like manatees

I do it for the future of my children

They the hope for the hopeless

When karma approaches we gon' be food for a flock of vultures

The end of the world, ain't nothin left but the cockroaches

And the freedom fighters

We freedom writers like Bob Moses

They chose us, freedom writers like (?)

For my block, my boro, my hood, my city, my state yea

My obligation to my community is so clear

Yea, we gotta save them, this opportunity so rare

We do is so big over here that it's not fair

To the punks, the bitches, the chumps, the snitches that sneak in the game

We let them live although they weak and they lame

They posers and jokers, promoting when they speaking my name