This is a song about "Language"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Of language will suggest if they're hard and they own the throne,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

You know i've been told many times that when i rhyme i'm misusing these words,

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Speak my language i think it's bout time

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Ha see, another language joke, did you get it?

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit