[Verse 1]
I’m still a humble servant to those who undeserving
How he so fresh and clean, it must be cause he from the dirty
Must be cause he fucking working, must be cause he meaning shit
Must be cause he passed up on them demons that you sleeping with
Heathen shit, cowards, your eagerness just to plead the fifth
Empowered by their weaknesses, self-proclaimed geniuses
Tell me, what’s the point in writing bars if you can’t grab the mic?
Said you working twice as hard but how you only half as nice?
Sacrifice the simple life to compensate for lawyer fees
Cause things aren’t how they often seem
Yo, fuck you mean that talk is cheap?
[Chorus] (x2)
Fucking sheep, all these fucking sheep in my vicinity
Who you trust, who you follow, who do you pretend to be?
Ahhh, You heard that(you heard that)
You heard that (you heard that) (x3)
[verse 2]
Angelinos, Angelinos, patriotic desert eagles
Gassed up on that sour diesel
Sun is out there, gonna see you
Long phase, been a hundred days since I seen it rain
Noticing the karma of a place that never seem to change
Me, I’m just an autumn baby but I ain’t never falling for it
Vegetative stage presence, boy I seen you artichoking
Art is potent, common focus Dalai Lama locin’
Open hearted seven chaka flow showing part to the magnum opus
Bro you can’t fuck with my crew, we study haiku
For old times sake, from Bashō to Dante
To Emmanuel Kant days, to Rakim’s Rhyme Safe
To Kanye’s mind state, and Fonte’s line breaks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 – City James]
Ain’t scared of a nigga with gang ties who talkin’ about letting a thing fly
All I know is all I war if anybody weigh in on the same side
Don’t think cause it is poetry that it’s all roses and woe is me
Still meet you in the fucking street , y’all look like a bunch of fucking sheep
Yamazawa told me to bring the Kamikaze nigga, ain’t let off since
All for the dead presidents, they fronting like they represent
Left the hood and been back since
Claim the hood but it’s been as if
They only do it for the status
Cops gunning down black man, gee
So bodies turn that hashtag like Jesus blood turned to wine
All I need is my family tree
Don’t trust no one who ain’t mine
Patience a virtue, take time
Time is money, don’t waste mine
I lived off of Baseline, but got my game from P-Town
Where you gotta know your street signs
Never on that recline
In this life, no take two
If they don’t take your friend they’ll take you
Screaming out that fucking roof cause I feel like I’m the living proof
I ain’t live how they wanted me to but a nigga still speaking volumes, god damn
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