Third Act

You need my permission, I'm a leader, an ape like Ceaser
I know how ta put pressure on punks without the heater
I break your bitch's beaver
Nd have her slaving for da D, she real high on the meter
Bruh, I caress that bitch as I'm wearing a wife beater
Lie to her face, like charlatans, like a palm reader
Be cool, I throw that energy back, like calm reverb
Don't throw Jesus at me, this shit ain't like the psalms that we heard
'Tolerance', that should be the key word
Don't push no bullshit through my receivers
I'm a community guy, so please, no me first
And fuck you to the ill-motivated and deceivers
Furthermore, to the rich who pull the levers
Find your soul, you leaving folks with fevers
They can't buy luck, they metric is liters
Meaning they see through the bullshit, it's clearer
Why u think Al took sides, not an adherer
I tend ta think for myself, I'm superior
To your likes, who don't think twice before, cos u fear us
Like colonizers, u don't sow, u tear us
So to rich brown folk, who fear us
Maybe this train of thought should make u discuss
If u tap dancing for the monsters, that kill us
Nd if the course u take will for real bust
Any chance we have ta get it ill cos
They morals is leaving our families in real dust
When drone bombs kill kids that look like me nd they familiar
I just hope, y'all find meaning in this like the Iliad

What do, and don't it matter
We popping champagne in a room with blood splatter
It's the last act, I ain't no actor
So pardon my French, but fuck half y'uzz
What do, and don't it matter
We popping champagne in a room with blood splatter
It's the last act, I ain't no actor
So pardon my French, but fuck half y'uzz

You running round worrying bout that bacon
But u ain't getting half what your boss is makin
They pretend to care bout you, but they all complacent
They not so worried no more when your mom's a patient
I'm basin it on shit I've seen, cos the odds of makin
A career, this rap shit is harder than the odds you're facing
I'm iller in all regards, and yet I'm bracing
For impact, the fact is that it's hard, this race and
I cannot just roll over and let the lords repaint the
Corner that's my world, I'm fending off ones that hating
I'm switch up the pace then, ain't no point in wasting
Precious seconds as they tick away, the cause is baseless
If your home don't grow, can't gnaw on scrapes, I ain't scraping
The bottom of the barrel, it's been too long, I've waited
Age cutting into my forehead now, I've faced it
Looked into the mirror, Allah, I'm forsaken
Out here in the cold, what is the law I'm breaking
How this world not fuck with the child that my mom has raised and
It can't be all my fault that my star is fading
Y'all all spiritual, right? Or is y'all just faking?

What do, and don't it matter
We popping champagne in a room with blood splatter
It's the last act, I ain't no actor
So pardon my French, but fuck half y'uzz
What do, and don't it matter
We popping champagne in a room with blood splatter
It's the last act, I ain't no actor
So pardon my French, but fuck half y'uzz