No Sticks
Cops is fucking deading us
Street sweeping - spreading us
Black kids is sweating
The new world infecting us
These cats is murderous
Claws deep - they're hurting us
Permanently murking us
Lurking with the worst of us
But I'm a dog, son
All of us; we're all some
Fang gnashing, face smashing
Niggas - this is all done
You lose - you're all done
Screws loose - they all run
Y'all lost the battle & the war
What you want, huh
Starve off - you're finished
It's our turf - admit it
You popped your eyes through
And ate all our spinach
A gut punch to quit it
You look sick - now isn't it
So fucked up how you can't breathe
Man, forget it
This to Treyvon
This for Mike B
From Ferguson to Watts
To all of D.C
So, before we take the streets back, today
Watch us do our motherfucking thing
Cold world without checks
No sleeping; no rest
Locked up for five decks
Hive-minded - I'm next
No time to stress
Just create & progress
My head is off-neck
Jaw bones & all flesh
My heart is fast paced
My eyes - they dilate
My chest is encased with weight
Make it cave
No way to hide away
They spray their AKs
No Love in this place
Deep Web - it ain't safe
And they're all like
Do as you're told by your nation
Your pops ain't around; a lifetime vacation
Stand at attention; you look me in the face
And you stand for that flag
Don't test my damn patience
Fuck that
Raise some Hell & take back
These town these clowns
Have claimed on their tax
This house is our home
And that's what they lack
These baseball bats
Ain't no novelty, Jack
I'm over this; I'm done with this shit
I've never felt so much dissonance
I'm sprawling out - I'm Hype & Mellow
It's so suffocating - bite the pillow, bitch
Strike the match & pass the torch to me
My clothes are soaked in petrol - gasoline
Dripping fuel from my head to my feet
Light me up with African defeat
I'm over this; I'm done with this shit
I've never felt so much dissonance
I'm sprawling out - I'm Hype & Mellow
It's so suffocating - bite the pillow, bitch
Strike the match & pass the torch to me
My clothes are soaked in petrol - gasoline
Dripping fuel from my head to my feet
Light me up with African defeat
Street sweeping - spreading us
Black kids is sweating
The new world infecting us
These cats is murderous
Claws deep - they're hurting us
Permanently murking us
Lurking with the worst of us
But I'm a dog, son
All of us; we're all some
Fang gnashing, face smashing
Niggas - this is all done
You lose - you're all done
Screws loose - they all run
Y'all lost the battle & the war
What you want, huh
Starve off - you're finished
It's our turf - admit it
You popped your eyes through
And ate all our spinach
A gut punch to quit it
You look sick - now isn't it
So fucked up how you can't breathe
Man, forget it
This to Treyvon
This for Mike B
From Ferguson to Watts
To all of D.C
So, before we take the streets back, today
Watch us do our motherfucking thing
Cold world without checks
No sleeping; no rest
Locked up for five decks
Hive-minded - I'm next
No time to stress
Just create & progress
My head is off-neck
Jaw bones & all flesh
My heart is fast paced
My eyes - they dilate
My chest is encased with weight
Make it cave
No way to hide away
They spray their AKs
No Love in this place
Deep Web - it ain't safe
And they're all like
Do as you're told by your nation
Your pops ain't around; a lifetime vacation
Stand at attention; you look me in the face
And you stand for that flag
Don't test my damn patience
Fuck that
Raise some Hell & take back
These town these clowns
Have claimed on their tax
This house is our home
And that's what they lack
These baseball bats
Ain't no novelty, Jack
I'm over this; I'm done with this shit
I've never felt so much dissonance
I'm sprawling out - I'm Hype & Mellow
It's so suffocating - bite the pillow, bitch
Strike the match & pass the torch to me
My clothes are soaked in petrol - gasoline
Dripping fuel from my head to my feet
Light me up with African defeat
I'm over this; I'm done with this shit
I've never felt so much dissonance
I'm sprawling out - I'm Hype & Mellow
It's so suffocating - bite the pillow, bitch
Strike the match & pass the torch to me
My clothes are soaked in petrol - gasoline
Dripping fuel from my head to my feet
Light me up with African defeat
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Writer(s): Damitrious Mccawley
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