W.E.I.R.D. Society

We know that American capitalism is morally right
Because its chief elements
Private ownership, the profit motive
And the competitive market are wholesome and good
They are compatible with God's laws
And the teachings of the Bible
And lastly, we know that with her unique economic system

I feel a little uneasy in doing this
And saying this
Nevertheless, I decided
I might as well act like a nigga

Tell me do you like respect?
And when you cash your check
Right there with the bank teller
Do she look you in your eyes
Just clocked out from nine-to-five
Do she treat you like you gifted?
Or she treat you like you different?
Like do you gotta flex?
They got that noose around your neck

And tell me do you value self-expression?
Do you know your soul and flesh and?
Grandma came from 'Bama
Now she live in Detroit, Michigan
Call that Great Migration
My mama's immigration
She from Central Asia
Came to the melting pot of ethnicities and races
Her first employers were Caucasian
Now she self-employed, they traded places
That man gone tell you you can't make it
But you know your destination
Sometimes I hate the gas station
That's where men catcall
Say I'm a bitch 'cause I don't date them
Orthodox say I don't equate them, shun me 'cause I eat pussy
Bible say I'm Satan, I guess we all the same then
Secular doxology, mainstream toxicology
America's dichotomy, stars and stripes don't father me
But them white lies bother me
Yeah, them white lies bother me

She got a good head on her shoulder
Fight for the struggle, sip on some Folger
Told me that Black people also own bossa nova
Used to be a Jehovah from Genoa
Then she moved to Kenosha
But Black people don't feel better
In Kenosha than they do in Genoa
So I knew it was over, over
Baby, be nice to me
Baby, you sheisty
Niggas be triflin'
That's why I'm feisty

Oh well, fuck it
Everybody ducking, hiding who you fucking
You hate your wife, you hate your life, you hate your husband
Undercover brothers, undercover lovers, hiding under covers
undercover summers, delete my number
Better use a rubber
Congested mind, unclog with a plunger
Undercover governs you
Your boo tell you what to do
Police tell you what to do
TV tell you what to do
Bible tell you what to do
You don't even like them shoes
Somebody told you that you do
Now you hide your truth
Now you hide Taboo
So what that mean to you?
Look at me, I'm a clown, look down now
Who wrote this script? Bow down

She got a good head on her shoulder
Fight for the struggle, sip on some Folger
Told me that Black people also own bossa nova
Used to be a Jehovah from Genoa
Then she moved to Kenosha
But Black people don't feel better
In Kenosha than they do in Genoa
So I knew it was over, over
Oh well, hell
Baby, be nice to me
Fuck it, oh well
Baby, you sheisty
Oh well, hell
Niggas be trifling
Fuck it, oh well
That's why I'm feisty

You at the strip club with a bad bitch and Henny
You think you hot shit, got two chains on and ya belt on Fendi
They lie
Keep up with the tabloids on your iPhone so you know what's trending
They lie
Pulling double shifts to keep up with the times
And the government got you spending
Oh well, hell
Fuck it, oh well
Fuck it, go tell
Fuck your gold trail
Fuck your hotel, hoes in the hotel
Wearing Chanel
Fuck it go sell
Wish you well
I wish you well, like, what's up? Yeah, what's up?
You boss up, everybody boss up
You boss up
Aye

Baby, be nice to me
Baby, you sheisty
Niggas be trifling
That's why I'm feisty
Don't try to bite this
Bitch, you self-righteous
I'm repellent to bullshit, I grow and I build
I'm like a cypress

Baby, be nice to me
Baby, you sheisty
Niggas be triflin'
That's why I'm feisty
Don't try to bite this
Bitch, you self-righteous
I'm repellent to bullshit, I grow and I build
I'm like a cypress

Professor Ganus
Aren't the majority of our families in the lower income brackets?
Not at all, John
For the wealth produced within American capitalism
Is widely distributed throughout our population
As we should see