This is a song about "The stamp act"

I'd rather act the part

February cold as my heart

Formed a fossil fuel, the smug act dies

Call the network dipset family ties

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

One of the next best but "mc's act like they don't know",

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

A concurrent act; her eyes would flutter, her dignity down the gutter

And then along came the wrong man for her

In the club might act up just like a performer

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Before we see it's hard to live

The act thrills all of my senses