Post-Trauma

For several centuries already they lied
Heros already died for the cause they traded they lives
I'm on the day to day just grinding cruising playing De La
Mais c'est la vie... will i make it kid? I may or may not (let's see)
The young Solomon with the heart catching breaks like parliament
Recorded "Black Privilege" than I bumped into Charlamagne
That's before his book drop maybe I should've cook rocks
Never took shot Harvey Kaye told me I had some chutzpah
Thomas Payne even though we playing a dishonest game
Did it for the bank see ... you recognize that artist name

I'm counting profits while you counting pockets counter ya
Counterfeit logic bury the black ball in the corner pocket
Corner the market you standing on the corners to gossip
I'm "Gorbacheving" with a whore in a gorgeous apartment
Rocking a mask so you can't recognize me
I'm never sloppy . don't politic with y'all y'all fuckers never got me
I'm international favors I'm never asking you
You peep the strategies I use I let have you a few
The Iron Sheik of desert except he's even better

I made this game my bitch matter fact we sleep together
Always the black sheep I'm used to the position
My alter ego's all terrain I'm used to these conditions
That's why you rarely catch me bitching ate from the wooden spoon
And every bar keeps em howling like the fullest moon