Georgetown

Explain yourself what you mean when you say half-caste
Ah, listening to you with the keen half of my ear
Ah, when I sleep at night, I close half a eye
Consequently, I dream half a dream
And when moon begin to glow, I half-caste human being
Cast half a shadow

Be afraid? Love more to make a visit than a poem
Seek introductions, favors, influences
No, thank you
No, I thank you and again, I thank you

Yeah, uh, small man cast a big shadow
Ready and raggo, heart stay dodging from the arrow
Skin of my teeth, late nights I was paro
Sweet to the bone, to the marrow, the marshmallow

Yeah, wonder why the waters so shallow
The sun was my ally, the night was my gallows
Uh, cooking up the chips in the tallow
Invisibility cloak like the hallows
Black like tobacco, black like the lungs that my dad
Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow

I'm from the age where the hate seems macro
We keep a little oil in the Afro, The Black Sparrow
Hit the high seas, straight like sopranos
The streets still hot like serrano, saran wrap
Around the bad taps, so we had to grab the hose
Let the cold water flow over man's nose

Yeah, I'm black like the key on the piano
White like the keys on the piano, low ammo
Uh, black like the key on the piano
White like the key on the piano

Fascinated by the pyramids, masquerading as the infamous
Reminisce thirteen, backflipping and ninja kicks
Was emceeing but no one getting me into this
Been emceeing since I found out this shit exists
This shit that fills the pain as the wisdom spits
Out of the ink and drip, the feels of the wings unclipped
The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own
Now I let the speakers bang out your home

Uh, and let the words flow out my dome
As a spoken poem, let it levitate your zone
I'm the homegrown preacher, the creeper, Thai, not sativa
But these days I wouldn't smoke either
S-O-B-E-R, I take a breather
Pink lungs, yo, I got my mind looking cleaner
The deep sleeper, ayo, I came back sweeter
Can't lie, I'm still afraid of grim reaper
Uh, put another verse into the ether
I hit the corner, giving 20 pounds to Peter

It's like that, key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano, no ammo
Ayo, I'm white like the key on the piano
Black like the key on the piano, no ammo

When Tchaikovsky sit down at the piano
And mix a black key with the white key
Is a half-caste symphony