[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
n***as deceive like the winter weather
Cannabis with a codeine coat
Fresh off the boat
The watch on your arm's looking more like floats
Spirits keep me buoyant;
Content's poignant
And I mix the rap with the thoughts abstract
A place you can't get
My lower back itch
Figures when this n***a steps on they step back
Cause they're not trying to feel the same pain as the track
Spent my time observing
Break bread on the surface
Laid down plates some that rest on my chest
The revolution won't be televised
Only written
n***as sinning hoping that God forgets it
God forbid it
And know I never bit my tongue
I'm the mouth as much as I'm the root and the can*l
Hearing Marceline slap ba** is like a slap to the face
I introduce them to a new taste