How all you do is brag rap bout shit you dont have yet
These niggas don't want black liberation
They wanna rap about it in a abstract sense
Ya music sound like a ad shit we skipped it on accident
Niggas 50 rappin bout crack stories they mighta maybe half lived
N thats being generous
Get a bag black man
You could help gentrify ya whole block you play your cards
Parlay with the pedophiles, word to Afrika Bambaataa
You could sell us alcohol and campaign for the colonizers
Or shelter sex traffickers
We a long way from Assata

This shit got complicated
Rest in peace to pac
I could name 10 rappers whod beat a woman not one whod pop at a cop
All these niggas hoes and they wont blow it
How you got your tail tucked and you transphobic
I remember date rape lyrics playin on my radio
At the time I thought that was a outlier
Shit I aint even know it

These old niggas hear the samples n think im bringing something back
Maybe restore a feeling
But my purpose just as the knife
Im here to sever all that doesn't serve us
My pen, sword and a mic

I rap my pain n they dont listen
Compare me to another nigga
They want me to grateful I got they attention like I dont pay attention
In all honesty im not in community with none of these niggas
Our earth burning
I dont give a fuck about some monthly listeners
I been said I crave control
My nigga I aint perfect the pen to have a owner
Niggas couldn't show you nothing but a record deal
N I cant even act all high n mighty like I aint moving reckless still

But family whats this all for
And who decides for us
Niggas rap on zionist beats in they keffiyeh like we not in the heat of war
We need to see receipts
A tweet is not support
Ya master tell you beat ya feet I bet you shake the floor
Anything to stay secure
Safe to say to some of yall the money worth more
Safe to say to some of yall them weak ass songs worth more

We aint free until
We aint free until
I dont look up to nun but god if Im being real
Hellfire for the ones who get the babies killed
Rrayers for the intifada cause it was his will
A swift death to the west cause it was his will
When I throw the V its not for peace
Cause only violence gets respect and defeat means death
So it's victory by any means, we cut the serpent's head

Free Sudan. Free Tigray. free Somalia. Free Palestine
Don't just stand there, organize