Black Syllabus

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As far as this timidness; that's gone
 I'm charged. This limitless
 Play my part. Certificate
 Locking it. Caught in this prison it's
 Hard bars. Been generous. My skin, it feel so villainous
 Wiser with all this penmanship
 You'll need a visor for all this vividness
 All caught up on the syllabus?
 Talk too loud, you "niggerish"
 Walk too wild, yo safety is hit or miss
 Talk too proud then they getting rid of it, shit
 Black skin, yeah, it been a risk
 I can get hit after getting rich
 They gather; the enemy. Pick a list
 No matter the color or skin it is. Switch, they tripping
 Peers be clout chasing. I do not know what that feels like
 Cheers to having shit popping on Instagram and up in real life
 Nigga, I sleep in the booth. The fuck
 You fucks. Been tucked in it real tight
 Rapping and writing these bars
 Be rapping so hard, but something don't feel right
 You could be chill, for real. Head on straight
 That shit'll be still priced
 You could be right all ya life
 And still get killed. Nigga, they killed Christ
 Real life, whatever we do. Killed twice. Our legacy too
 Feel like whenever we blue. Still tight. Forever be true
 As far as my ignorance; that's gone. I've drawn this syllabus
 Talking. Y'all not listening. Caution. Might just benefit
 Rock hard, won't bend a bit. Dog, y'all not legitimate
 Rumbling summoning spirits it's abundant, but what is the limit it's
 As far as my ignorance; that's gone. I've drawn this syllabus
 Talking. Y'all not listening. Caution. Might just benefit
 Rock hard, won't bend a bit. Dog, y'all not legitimate
 Rumbling summoning spirits it's abundant, but what is the limit it's
 One then it's some. Here they come. Here they go (Go)
 I don't wanna hear bullshit no mo (No mo)
 Talking bout my hair. I don't care. Let it grow (Grow)
 Talking bout my skin. I don't bend. Let it glow (Glow)
 (As far as my)
 You gotta be calm, you gotta be quiet
 You gotta be meek, you gotta be mild
 And when you suffer, you can't speak out
 So no one knows
 Because of my skin, I'ma have to prove
 Myself more than motherfuckers who
 Have privilege to bend the rules
 That's how it goes
 I'm done with the bullshit, everyday have to show that
 We're not the real threat, can I get a witness?
 Enough with the pain, black joy with no shame
 Black love no restrain, we'll make a way
 Cause I'm so tired, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
 Of the hurt that I have in my mind
 That the world would rather see me die
 Than to find the value for my life
 Oh oh, our culture is their goal
 Oh oh, but they don't want our woes
 I'm not finished
 As far as my ignorance; that's gone. I've drawn this syllabus
 Talking. Y'all not listening. Caution. Might just benefit
 Rock hard, won't bend a bit. Dog, y'all not legitimate
 Rumbling summoning spirits it's abundant, but what is the limit it's
 As far as my ignorance; that's gone. I've drawn this syllabus
 Talking. Y'all not listening. Caution. Might just benefit, ugh
 Rock hard, won't bend a bit. Dog, y'all not legitimate
 Rumbling summoning spirits it's abundant, but what is the limit it's
 One then it's some. Here they come. Here they go (Go)
 I don't wanna hear bullshit no mo (No Mo)
 Talking bout my hair. I don't care. Let it grow (Grow)
 Talking bout my skin. I don't bend. Let it glow (Glow)
 As far as my melanin (Glow!)
 I don't give a fuck. I am celibate
 I celebrate all of my reverence
 I am respected in places I never been
 (That boy cold, oh!)
 The future. Ahead of it
 Some people be thinking it's arrogant
 (That boy cold, oh!)
 Been feeling so relevant
 A nigga moment. Don't know the right etiquette
 (That boy cold, oh!)
 Letterman Letterman, I tell'em, I swear
 There's nobody surreal as us
 Super intelligent, but know how to smash
 I know how to switch it up
 Speaking in elephant
 Unless you in water, nobody as big as us
 Speeding; the pedal bent. Not falling behind
 I know how to pick it up
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 Draw a crowd. Is it thick enough? (Ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh)
 The competition gone be sick of us (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 Throw that ass if it's thick enough? (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 Drop it down. Pick it up (Ugh, ugh)
 The competition gone be sick of us (Ugh)
 

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Duration
04:13
Key
4
Tempo
73 BPM

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