Ic3
(What you know about what you know about)
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see you as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
& getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
You don't know the half of it My dad came from a village in Kumasi
Heart of a lion, the mentality of a sergeant
Pisses me right off when they think we can't get serious
How many times did I top my classes?
How many times have I rocked those dances?
Somehow they'll say there's a negative influence
But me and my bros wanna get paper, no incidents
So why they acting like we can't go places?
Judge gonna say he ain't racist
I see free of your cages
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see me as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
And getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
I stand with my brothers and sisters all over the globe
Now they're tryna highlight shit like we don't already know
Now they're tryna hide that shit like we don't already know
I'm getting sick of the way that they're trying my people
Look across the waters
Just last week we lost George to the knee of a fed
When Colin took a kneel for justice
They treated the brother like he lost his head
I'm saying enough is enough
I feel for the casualties in all of these tragedies
Say a prayer for the mothers and the families
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see me as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
And getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
1, 2, 3, go
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see you as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
& getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
You don't know the half of it My dad came from a village in Kumasi
Heart of a lion, the mentality of a sergeant
Pisses me right off when they think we can't get serious
How many times did I top my classes?
How many times have I rocked those dances?
Somehow they'll say there's a negative influence
But me and my bros wanna get paper, no incidents
So why they acting like we can't go places?
Judge gonna say he ain't racist
I see free of your cages
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see me as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
And getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
I stand with my brothers and sisters all over the globe
Now they're tryna highlight shit like we don't already know
Now they're tryna hide that shit like we don't already know
I'm getting sick of the way that they're trying my people
Look across the waters
Just last week we lost George to the knee of a fed
When Colin took a kneel for justice
They treated the brother like he lost his head
I'm saying enough is enough
I feel for the casualties in all of these tragedies
Say a prayer for the mothers and the families
What you know about sitting in a cell
Not knowing if you might go free?
That's just the life of an IC3
What you know about them cold nights
Getting this work in the icy breeze?
Still, they just see me as an IC3
What you know about going to uni
And getting first class for your masters degree?
Yeah, they'll still see you as an IC3
What you know about touching the stage
They're screaming your name at the highest key?
Yeah, they still see me as an IC3
1, 2, 3, go
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Writer(s): Eugene Entsir
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