[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Hay-day hierarchy combating with a self-induced entelechy
Looking through my repertoire which is a cache
Bringing out the big guns
No rules, we're playing that way, and I do what I got
Dreidel-esque are the heads who spin like coryphées
Per se, as a kid socially quarantined
Everything's bittersweet
25 cents lemonade stand
Mobilizing for war
Mementos of Uncle Sam
Stuck my black hand out
Seldom ask questions
Cause the ones I ask go unanswered
Because all the ones I have go unanswered
[Lovely Hook]
Tell me baby, are you really what they tell me
Before they catch on, move on