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[Verse 1 – Memnon]
I’m straight but man, I wish I had paper
A hundred racks for just a damn piece of paper?
Spending my time stressing about if I can really pull this crazy shit off
Radical at 22
Cuz they mad at what we can do
I’ll be glad when I fully prove
That what matters is in the roots
And you’re straight if you let ’em grow
You can leave all the rest to me
Cuz I’m training to let ’em know
If we really wanna progress then that gangsta shit gotta go
People getting arrested for blowing it by the O
While them criminals in the banks getting bonuses by the load
You sitting in jail for weed while they bumping a little coke
Wiz told me I should brainstorm
I think about this shit all day
Come home from walking aimlessly out in the forest
A lot on my mental, I tap into the eye of Horus
Fucking Nature Boy, you know what the name for
Oh
Imma tell you what the plan is
Take over the fucking planet
That’s as far as I got
But I’m working on the specifics
I come from a small town
There’s a learning curve that exists
But I’m well aware of the challenge, I’m clenching both of my fists
Putting one to the sky like the 1960’s Olympics
I’m sprinting like Tommie Smith
And I’m hurdling over bitches
Ask me what church I go to, I’ll tell you I’m all religions
Bitch
I was lied to as a kid
By people who were supposed to be telling the truth
So now I got my chance to seek vengeance, I’m in the booth
Weed smoke in the air, believe me I’m speaking sooth
Dude
[Verse 2 – Memnon]
I tell ’em
Be quiet the fucking professor speaking
You better hold out your bucket, the well in my head is leaking
I’m shaking the whole structure, the wood in the floor is creaking
The king of the Old Guard is curled up taking a beating
The people are in the streets and their minds and their hearts are bleeding
Politicians are chilling in times where they should be leading
So until I can cope and explain to those in my region
I wander my dreamscape in the time that I should be eating
In the party, I’m chilling
And probably should be drinking
But can’t escape from my mind…I’m a prisoner thinking
That while I’m spending my time on this couch with bitches and hoes
There’s people making the money my homies should be receiving
Who am I just to chill at the risk of being defeated
God damnit I can’t believe it, I was almost deleted
Entirely from the picture, but now I’m back on the grind
The message ain’t complicated, I’ll give you niggas some time
I’ll give you niggas some time
You got time man
Don’t worry
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