Chinaka Hodge - Small Things (To A Giant) Ft. Chinaka Hodge lyrics

[Chinaka Hodge] Small things to a giant [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Sometimes you gotta stand on tiptoe For a little bit of perspective on the sh** go Down in a town full of genius schizo -phrenic tenants tending to a scale so tipped slow Dip, toe in water Test it even though you know it's hot On a block where chalk stencils can talk To the good old days when A's could knock out parks And the Eaiders knock out lights And the knock in the parking lot was a sight to see Here cause there's really nowhere else to be Feeling the weight of a city growing fat off hipster chic Fusion food, organic beets It's a wonder that we still tongue in cheek When it's so much hand to mouth in the streets Hands down the tooth of the town It's the sweetest Feeding on the every bit of good I got into this piece Maybe [?] I can keep the giant sleep Long enough for me to do something to get up on my feet Swollen back, broken Can't hold up my history Panthers snapping at my ankle Cause they struggle don't mean sh** to me You see on the day by day Where's my gun, mother may I spray Late merry monster is on it's way And it's wayward wanton whims may make us a meal today Feel me here alone A warrior with no spear to throw Too many rappers and too many poems For a beast that's illiterate to give its sh** its own I wanna go there, there Hear me drowned out by the town merely A man like me can barely be seen clearly Under these lights, I am disappearing [Hook: Daveed Diggs] And what's the use of screaming if you can't hear nothing? Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreaming if you can't touch nothing? When the sh** goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant [Verse 2: Chinaka Hodge] Too much to wrap my head around And so I wrap my head around These brothers and they cousins when I'm pa**ing on they beats We Africans in heat Accustomed to it, rusted Buicks Tandem in these streets Holla what you want, cousin Just the same old shlock[?] Can't afford to raise my babies and maintain on this block I'm watching Dog Town plummet To this Pixar, hipster, art walk summit So I'm coming, blunt it, hunt it, gun it, won it From the hundreds, to the bottoms I'm watching all my options It's optical illusions and environmental toxins Like this small pond and big fish These black girls in french tips The itty bitty pills and the wide body scrapers The Chauncey Bailey types and their black m**m bakers Big secrets, no confidence Lies with no consequence Strung out on these opposites and opulence and opiates Guess that's that Golden Gate sh** That "Oakland takes the cake" sh** The object of your hate sh** The subject of a rape kit I'm obviously on, honestly gone Outside my zone screaming big sh**, no time My uncle got a cabin and it's not rent to own Stop leasing what we mortgage Get the f** out my home [Hook] And what's the use of screaming if you can't hear nothing? Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreaming if you can't touch nothing? When the sh** goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] We all figure that we bigger Thomas Missed out on a bigger promise Halfway to the trigger, a n***a by circumstance But if I'm being honest Maybe I'm just lazy Maybe I'm too stay to the ways of the Bay Maybe, maybe everything I thought of as home is really just a building erected to be standing in my way Maybe I should break out But how do you break out of home, when home is your heart? And I know what heartache's about And really, I'm too grown to cry over spilled anything so dispelling my doubt Is something I'm very versed at But something that I rarely write a verse about ‘Cause that sh**'s too big to let it in When you begin [?] Finally begin finding those hiding places mind is within it Within a minute is so manipulating [?] And I'm holding onto my stature ‘Cause I'm getting older No more of master Slaving away everyday to find the time like a ba*tard Looking for [?] [?] Finding no tracks ‘Cause really it don't snow in the Bay No ice for the wrist and no glistening Just hammers and hay What's the matter with that? As a matter of fact, we like it that way Born hard, bred hard, and hard we will stay More scarred by hearts than necessary More parts upstart than martyrs We pray To the gods of gangstadom Pray on a week so thanks to them We don't feel meek and danger and I'll be giant until everything'll break again Defiant and ignorant of the stakes The waves are crashing down and we standing up in the breaks Can't swim but willing to wait as far as it takes [Hook] And what's the use of screaming if you can't hear nothing? Don't be fooled by the quiet, yeah And what's the use of dreaming if you can't touch nothing? When the sh** goes down and we riot Remember it is small things to a giant Yeah, remember it is small things to a giant