n***a this that boom bap, South-Bronx-origin, beat box
Breakdance, boom box, feel it when the beat drops
Opposing shallow party tracks and interviews
Hip hop sh** you circle up and pa** a swisher to
This the type of sh** to move a grown man
Zone him out with the iPod held in his own hand
How a n***a such as I bring the vibe of a legend
With the mind of a lion and design of a reverend?
It must have been divine intervention that
Made you click off of your Facebook and download this lesson
I know the weather like Al Roker on the down-lowly
Solely because I pay attention when the clouds lower
I can be found sober on a Friday night
It's pop warner and I'm a midget to you Mighty Mites
Try to fight an uphill battle, a war against machines
I see the bullsh**
It's not a chore to intervene
A morgue would fit the scene when us mortals start to question
If Higher powers sat in portals and started knocking towers over
Or if those same men decided the ocean needed oil
Refused to take precautions and made decisions out of pride
That's neither here nor there
Out of sight, out of mind
Cause they really don't care if we alright, ain't got to lie
Boy
What you thought your congressman gave a damn?
Because he was at the polls kissing babies, shaking hands
Taking pictures with his pearly whites exposed seeming so sincere
But ever since then you lost your job and you been evicted
Now you need to find way to pay support
That congressman won't be there when you take the court
You leave and you need a dollar, but your job been downsized
And you a bunch of n***as making money mobbing outside
You put your mop down and join ‘em
The judge that gave ya sentence? Tell me who appoints em?
Yeah that same n***a
He didn't like you, another black man in the vicious cycle
It's that boom bap