Halal

Lyrics

Oh my god A lot of y'all just want some shit to critique But your ass can't listen in the midst of a speech As long as the cool table still got limited seats And you try and argue your way in, you'll be sitting with sheep Yeah, we so quick to just speak, addicted to peaks But life lived in the middle is sweet Chasin' highs, avoiding lows, never time to even learn Usually ones gettin' louder don't even believe their words I'm from New York, we was taught not to feed the birds But ain't a hungry pigeon in sight these days Politely, hey, the shit we giving hype be fake I wonder lotta days, what good is progression if it's all built on lies? Lost our ability to evaluate Need to re-calibrate I read your lil' tweets, I think your passion fake Everyone want eat, but it's rare that they want have the stakes that I have embraced Man, have a plate Or keep acting like the shit don't matter Actin' like we ain't the blueprint for the kids goin' after Actin' like we ain't the ones who made it cool to not know and not try and not grow as long as you got hoes, right? I feel responsibility to declare you're flopping And I do my duty free like airport shopping Won't take the culture name in vain, you a junkie arm Dudes just want be liked, even if that means they want be wrong Claim they cold, but that's fear, they present the same shivering, covering up, unrelenting games Yeah, they want the fame, they don't wan't the pain They wanna be Marlon, they don't wanna work at the other name Mission to avoid the cubicle turned to a calling I ball and I'm musical, Esperanza Spalding Yeah, I'm the best out, debate your mother She probably saw me on MSNBC and loved it I'd rather have these dialogues within the culture But this payola these days is undercover I guess it ain't payola when the shit's the whole structure Like the same thing on the table is somehow better than under I shout shit they ain't got the balls to utter Appalled, disgusted how I live I don't know how you ain't The money's there but the value ain't I run circles round you dudes til I'm out of shape So fuck you and your lil pouty face No one ever cared about mine I had to prove I wasn't pussy every day my whole life If they look at me like a trust-fund baby one more time, I might slap the shit out your face Open-hand so you overstand, you ain't worth the risk of a broken hand Only spend time with my people really know the plan You just fear this lion cause all you know is lamb And that ain't halal, brother That ain't halal, brother You talking to the God