Uh huh
Uh huh, yes yes
[Verse 1]
f** rap
f** game
f** gimmicks son
I watch courtside
Jack Nicholson, they're jokers
No soul no women
And everybody want a single man
Gold digging
You know it's sh**
But most of you roll with it
Find current in the mainstream
Drown in it
It's so b**h
No risk
So finished
We're so frigid
No f**s
Don't fit in
[Verse 2]
But that's cool
You can have rap
There's more politics
Than Syria and Baghdad
That's why I drop bombs on them
The Outkast pilot
Hit them with the drone
'Til I run out of [gas?]
Then touchdown in Melbourne
Hometown just to go and spend wax
With the rest of the ratpack
[?] how to take over the globe
And make the people go like *applause*
[Verse 3]
Add these young gurus
Primo with the sk**
Leaning at the wheel
The movement, we're steering
Laughing at your videos like Key and Peele
'Cos we don't really feel
The style that you're stealing
Yeah you're just a bunch of Winona Ryders
But you can't even do it yourself
You need writers
To do it for you
Man it's sad the game is like this
That's why we stay outside
[Hook]
We are the outsiders (again)
Looks like we're the outsiders (again)
We are the outsiders (again)
And they won't ever be on our side
But that's fine and dandy
Being me is like [?]
[Verse 4]
f** blogs
f** mags
f** press trying to monetise my black card
Like Amex
Soon as it's a slow news day
They turn a struggle into clickbait
You turn a struggle into clickbait
Oh you are a disgrace
Make us look like we act worse than Nic Cage
Like Muhammad we fought to get in this place
Love to all
Before the kid [?]
Endorse for my skin shade
The media's like the [hub?]
(They never leave)
They didn't post sh** on us
Now they post sh** on us
Like a colostomy [?]
(It's f**ing weak)
But white rappers out here saying n***a
And they cool with it?
[Verse 5]
Uh, I see how this works
Every time you call for an interview
Trying to make me rise and fall for your ridicule
Just for Facebook likes
Faves on your Twitter too
Too, too, too many sheep
Following Complex
To see what they need to tweet
Since Black rights is the flavour of the week
They scroll our profiles
Profile a police, uh
So the result
Make our pain look cheap
But when it's time for real change
They don't speak
It's hands up for [keys?]
Another reminder
For the rest of our lives
We'll be outsiders
[Hook]
We are the outsiders (again)
Looks like we're the outsiders (again)
We are the outsiders (again)
And they won't ever be on our side
But that's fine and dandy
Being me is like [?]