This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

Saw the bombs on the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ever since then i had no job

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This thing that you could imagine

The bigger the the fun

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,