Aye. If you woke, you ain't broke. Ha!
Yeah!
(verse 1)
Here's the new kid with a new song. Ain't change since Midnight Blue was on. Niggas like, "Why you doing songs? You write it, you could get publishing!" I'm like, "You knew that because... two. Either trauma or the dude speaking like a Llama on Green (DiBia$e)." You understand, then #TheUnderground knows what I mean. My flow is obscene. Apparently, it's not what makes a lot of dough for cats. But they ain't write OR wrote the crap, NOR do they know what I'm DOING when I rap, so... I just move back. Allow the hatred. Now there's hatred because a lot of paper comes with the loudness of hatred. So says the people who've made chips...
(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]
So I can't see what they would want from me...
[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]
(verse 2)
Night-night, take a dirt nap. Irwin R., with the most absurd bars. And I don't need a Virgil. I already took one virginity, so Herschel, walk me from one place to the other. While I'm betting on the game. Like Walt. Close the fridge, unless you're so cold that you're "goin' in". I tried to do it for love. Then loved translated to a Dream. Got shot by a 6. The plot is to be the Top 5 while trying this shit. Gettin' it! Gettin' it! Gettin' it! Grab the dice and... hit the wall wit' it! Now how sick is that? Sick as ALL Y'ALL THOUGHTS, OF WHICH I'M SIPPIN'!
(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]
So I can't see what they would want from me...
[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]
(verse 3)
You go Left with One, you end up enlightened. Now give me a dollar for that stipend. A bar that can pay you. Also a bar that can save you. But, money is the root of all evil, since when you get Right with money, you end up with an Eagle. And I am The One. Tears in my eyes. Crying to The Sun like, "Please hear me reply... I don't really need this! This is bullshit!" But where my mom is from (mind you I'm from Cleveland), that very bull... that not-so-scary-bull... is a necessary tool. So I laugh at... fools who try to get anywhere other than left. Then they get left, when I get my respect by getting enlightened.
Absolutely no typing (writing)
(hook)
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
Everybody treats me like a dummy!
[they feel I'm not a man; they feel I'm not a man, y'all!]
So I can't see what they would want from me...
[I just chill out in my hand; chill out as a vanguard!]
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One of my favorite songs in recent years.
Samples Ted Dibiase's Titantron music, "It's All About The Money". Originally produced by Grandmaster Flash.
I know more about money than I will ever let you know.
Too bad I need it.
Too bad I need it.
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