He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot
Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop
So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o
And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe
This shit has got my soul
He thinks that he can control
He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,
Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me
Only thinks about himself never about his people he walks amongst the evil
To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal
The first time he threw a punch was when his brother got hit
But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that
She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature
He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure
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