Weight on My Bars, Pt. 5

Lyrics

Look Soft core, still a hard case Flow make ya brain shine and ya heart blaze Keep botheyeson me, stargaze Part 5 and I'm still throwin'up the bar weight Son of the soil, they don't wannastartshade Steadyready to getfroggy but theylarvae Cross me, and see all the lights like Kanye Make myself clear like a selfie on a Huawei I rap avid for my melanin inhabitants Uncapped passion when I'm pennin' on these canvases An incel wanna cover me in bandages They couldn't count on it with an abacus Quick math Stay mean but never deal in averages Wish that I was stackin' bread like my sandwiches Extract capital that's handled by the managers Give back to Africans who wranglin' for scrappages Fist black and upright for my people Didn't think I had to say that we is all equal Homies gettin' chased outta town like a steeple Pray they make it out alive, brothers gettin' lethal Situation evil Starbucks Sally like "I knew they was uncivilised Check my box braids though I got them at the illest price!" Big blind spots courtesy of ill-advice History was written by the hands that tyrannized Every beat that I'm on, I obliterize That's obliterate and vaporize fused Yea I can customize any verb that I use Wax intellect on every verse that I do Smash every set before the final curtain I pull Average rappers I will batter like they fried food They'll be quite bruised Like they in the ring with Thai dudes I oop- I do it for rejects and throwaways Tell all of my peeps not to stow away Cos folks keepin' too much capital Tend to treat others like they is lowercase (Woo!) Try to move in the holy ways Though at times I desire to throw a vase At a wall in anger cos I get vexed when Artists make trash but they gettin' cake (Nah) The floor commonplace, so I levitate (Yes) They sleepin' on me while I leave magic in my wake Hear my peers sayin I even don't how he make His own bass lines and 'em tight fat rhythms They try do the same like they might match with him (Nope!) There ain't no symmetry, I be real fact spittin' Busy makin' hiphop while you makin' fan fiction Yeah, I make the real black music Y'all make fan fiction Ha Yeah Let's go Y'all know nothin' bout this weight (Y'all know about it?) That I'm pushin up (push around) I'm in there every second day I don't do it for the sway Nah Woo Y'all know nothin' bout this weight (Y'all know about it?) That I'm pushin up (Uh) I'm in there every second day