VOLUME 1 - 1985

Lyrics

(Intro) If I had a million in the bank I'd try to save the day 900,000 for all shit I wanna change And put the rest up in a safe Okay (Verse) I wonder what I was like in my past life Maybe a tree that was beheaded then made into a stage I wonder what Religion got their facts right Could it be any peasant could be made into a Sage But today I got a visit that I'm willing to pay I got some shit on my chest, and I'm feeling some way I know y'all already know they made a killing cause of slaves Even to this day, they still make a killing off the pain How dare y'all try to say I'm tryna profit off the game Whеn Hip-Hop is how I Pray, I make an Offering evеryday So this is for the Common folk, Intellect and Spirited Imagination's powerful so I'll provide some images A Mexican with colored hair, An Asian with a perm An African that can't fit in, A white girl ain't concerned And facial recognition keep the loneliness at bay For the rich homie who can't look the homeless in the face "That Bull fire" that's what they told me in The A "Homie hella fire" what they told me in The Bay You actin' like you really got important shit to say When you sorta kinda fake, There's more important shit at stake (Like what?) We got a pale Devil looking through the peephole Ghosts of drowned slaves choking up Seafoam And Soccer Moms with Snoop Dogg for their ringtone Kids getting fake smiles tatted to their cheekbones A lil' bass, A lil' trebble Everyday, it's a new special Richard Spencer, A New Level Aye, and he a Blue Devil Lies in the air, we let the truth settle Watch em' fly through the air, The bullets Full Metal And they do specialize for your ethnic kind You better recognize the Rights that they Weaponize But let me introduce you to a friend of mine An immigrant homie who told me bout' the Enterprise An old man, Cambodian, [?] Strong features, Like Armenians during the Genocide My whole life I seen my older Sister fetishized My whole life I seen my ancestors generalized Into a punchline, so why y'all think I'm writing mine I'm on them frontlines, I'm culturally out of bounds You motherfuckers are drawing on dotted lines and getting your PhD But no one taught me how to rhyme No one taught me how to dap em' up and look em' in the eye No one taught me to stack my bread and get my credit high Wasn't born into no College Fund, no money set aside Had to sleep with one eye open just to get that Fetty Wap Now I steady rock Wonder why I ain't already pop We can Analyze Get to the who, the when and the why Imma let it rock Do it until I get it right Word to the wise, Word to the skies, I am Fly Don't talk to me If you ain't really bout this culture Don't talk to me If you just living on your socials Don't talk to me And if I'm sipping on the Soju Don't talk to me Don't start with me It's the art in me, but I'm always looking for the symmetry Cause good vocabulary don't mean that you got good energy You can't get with me spitting this shit wickedly Asians who love Biggie is Cultural Relativity I understand we all tryna fill the void But just because we talk shit that don't mean we got a voice I dunno, What you think? I need a drink