Kenji Fineberg - Emmett Till (Murder) lyrics

Infrared view You know my shots ain't random Like that Ironman 2 I'm here to slice through your Phantom I'm the voice of the people The new unheard Bringing back that balance With my triple beam words Brokeback on a hill Runaway ringtone MJ with no trill A king with no throne k** Bill You're not the new Emmett Till Just Versace in a suit With a diamond grill Chi-town fashionista With a womanizer flow Dark Caligula Sippin' Merot Nah she a Phoenix Born from cigarette ashes Learn from your burn son Third degree rashes Got Malik wearing skinnies Straight leg spasms He's putting up resistance So you know he gotta sag them Your verses and purses Got my girl uneasy So I had to Barack you With a pair of Air Yeezys Infrared view You know my shots ain't random Like that Ironman 2 I'm here to slice through your Phantom I'm the voice of the people The new unheard Bringing back that balance With my triple beam words Complex Napoleon Pride's a tall sin Siamese kat Greed's your evil twin Apologized to Bush Just to get a win Paid Amber for the bush Just to get it in Enormous Horus With no love for Isis I should poke you in the eye With my lyrical devices Ra Egyptian book of the dead Put you in a tomb In your suit that's all red Rosewood coffin Bury all of your talking You don't need to watch the throne You need to stop s**ing Your own bone co*ky mothaf**a