This is a song about "Color"

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Apartheid showed the world how one's color can be undermined

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

I’m finished with my masterpiece now that the color dried

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I guess im suspect, just look at my freaking skin color

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Color your eyes alveolar red

There's no color just faces

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Because we all the same color once the blood starts to go.

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Look what i got here, color black is my hair