[Verse]
I think I think dark thoughts
I spot a war in the Rorschach inkblot
To some, Black people are all an illusion
And Black music's a hallucinogen
They tune in again and again like friends
Reality sets in, where are they then?
Go on pretend that it is what it is
'Til your third eye blind goes live and your lid
Lifts, revealing the charm of the farce
No marchin' like Martin, let's bomb on these sharks
I pop with my art, but first things first
In riots the quiet one's always the worst
The thirst to reverse any curse on the Earth takes work
And it's worth being hurled in a hearse
But right now, I gotta bide my time
That's why these rhymes occupy my mind
To keep me chill 'till I'm free to kill
Any enemy who wanna keep me still
Now please be real, it's a Battle and the options
Are fight, sit tight, or provide correspondence
It's toxic to box it all up
Oh I'm ominous, bruh? I do not give a fuck
We need another cool song like I need a motherfucking hole in my head
When I'm goin' to bed
Like Fred when CPD blew lead through his threads
Left brother man dead when they fled
Pigs get stuck in Baton Rouge and in Dallas?
They call that madness? We call that balance
Course this is malice, but where does it start?
Sixteen hundred seventy's a good mark
But I digress, can't hide my stress
It rises real high right inside of my chest
So with each sweet breath, I thank my stars
I ain't been shot, been locked behind bars
Schooled in the burbs, so all I know all the words
That keep Whites calm, ignorant to our qualms
Enough that they tend to forget that I'm me
And spill all their secrets so feverishly
I know how they think, the ball's in my court
Not a shot in the dark when I talk and retort
From Chicago to Colorado and New York
If we're hunted for sport, let's boycott sports
Embargo this music, I'll do it, I'm down
I'd give it all up, sacrifice every sound
To prove to these clowns we ain't palin' around
While they piling up bodies by gunnin' us down
Pull Black culture from everything
From all of the arts to the very small parts
In large, quit letting them eat all that cake
That they lucky to have in the first fuckin' place
Stop frontin' and prayin', dude move on this mission
This mood isn't fiction, it's human tradition
Intrinsic as sinnin', essential as livin'
'Twas was written by wig wearin' Christians from Britain
So whether you wild or take silent positions
We're all compromised in some violent admission
See I kick a mix of that righteous and raw
A right to be hostile, I'm tight with my jaw
I write by the law of the rebel
And revel in devilish echoes on levels falsetto
A measure of retro, a chunk of the punk
A crumb of the grunge, a lump of the funk
A pinch of progressive, a hint of hardcore
And when it comes to flow, who could ask for mo'?
In everyday life I am calm as a clam
But I'm clammed the fuck up as an African man
It's culminated out of conscious of Klan
And lack of response from the opposite man
Revolution is violent - If violence is bad
Then what of the one that our White people had?
We live in that radical aftermath
And now it's forbidden? You gotta be kiddin'
In everyday life when the cops shoot a kid
We rush in to do what we just fucking did
So I'm done with that dopey degenerate dream
That peace pimpin' shit, while we split at the seams
It seems - My themes are in line with the times
I could drop me a rhyme or go cop me a nine
one-eight-seven a cop, but the proper response
To this madness is that I just pray that it stop?
I can't even keep up with the rate of the wakes
Re-writing my words to keep up the pace
But some faces are runnin' in place 'cause of faith
That gospel and pop state the same fuckin' case
Now rappers all crying for harmony, why?
I'm leery of cops, give the army the eye
It's conceivable people could want me to die
But to kill us and walk means the law is a lie
And if that be the truth, then the fuck with the booth
I'm no rapper, I'm Patrick, ain't rude or uncouth
And you know this I hope, if you've met me on Earth
That I joke and I'm funny, I knew it, it works
Now behold all the hurt even burbs can instill
In our skin like the sun, but converted to chills
You've heard it, you've read it, it's relevant, real
I've seen it and lived it, it snaps at my heel
So if ever a coup's followed through to the end
And a new attitude is saluted to and
We murder these burglars like hamburger slaves
Hack em up, pack 'em up, send 'em away
I'ma be the one up front actin' up
Ain't no bluff in my act, ain't no trap in this punch
In fact, just a hunch, I don't move you that much
You shruggin' like "What the fuck's up with this punk?"