Weight On My Bars, Pt. 6

You dey say what?
I observe that people are being
Encouraged to pluck out one aspect of themselves
And present it as the meaningful whole
Eclipsing or denying the other parts of themselves
Uh huh, well like, what is the solution though?
Well, I think, you either give them everything
Or you give them nothing at all

For the unadvised and ill informed among you
I'm the Nigerian Kenny of Kung Fu
My syllables spin kick
And hit like a swung hoof
Got love for the old heads
And I humble the young dudes
Damn
I got plenty of brawn too
Still puttin' weight on my bars
Creatin' these strong tunes
Doin' internet classes on how to perform grooves
Guess I'm increasing my scope by doin' these long zooms
No pawn moves
Got Harry's style, no one direction
They mean mug cos I'm versatile, got every blessin'
I've never worked a day of my life in a supermarket
But I've cleaned up in every aisle and every section
But it's clear that I am still growin'
Until I'm phantom in life's opera, I'm still goin'
That's arrogance
Like crashin a few 737 jets
But sayin' that it's cool man, we still Boeing
Flow will expose critics
G.O.A.T rhythms spoke with emotion and soul in it
Shows that I don't mimic
Shows that if dope was an ocean
I'm soaked like the dolphin that roams in it
Some try to steal the culture and roll with it
Give each other trophies for poachin' it
Try to tell us Hip hop is democratized
Then why is it that we don't get a vote in it?
Sayin' that I'm bitter, I should go back to my continent
Soundin' kinda like the folks who don't use many condiments
They malign that we melanated and confident
And constantly demonstrate that we dominant
When it come to genre
I'm definitely not monogamous
I'm used to rockin' with partners lookin' gothic and demonic-ish
Playin' all that stuff that make you wonder where the monster is
Throwin' round my knuckles where the mosh pit is
So when I hear that "West Coast for Life"
I'm thinkin' Lionheart and The Ghost Inside
I bump Counterparts, Converge, Confide
Norma Jean, Prom Queen, Every time I Die

They say woah, that's kinda bold for a Black dude
Actin' like rock 'n' roll didn't come from Black tunes
Used to get mad, couldn't get past to past wounds
Now I'm mellow like the yellow painted on the Backrooms
Why? 'Cos I know myself
I learned to fly 'cos I never pigeon holed myself
Make any music that I like 'cos I control myself
I bought a house up in the heights, now I control my wealth
No sympathy for foes, go console yo selves
Only accept the critique from the people who want you to win
Other opinions belong in the bin
If you feel that in your bones, you'll be confident in yo skin
If you keep on steady movin' ain't no one can box you in Q