Sho Baraka - Piano Bars lyrics

[Intro] I was wondering Are you listening, baby? Ayo Braille, you said it was cool if I could rap, right? Alright, cool [Verse 1] First Shaq and Kobe break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with the flow Well, what do you know? Maybe the problem ain’t Sho You need ears to hear, maybe you listen too strict You got folks losing sleep trying to prove that they woke The other half on Twitter try to prove that they dope Social media activists, they arguing over quotes When a society’s on fire, I’m trying to avoid the smoke Some will only love me when I’m dead or in a dress An Uncle Tom or oppressed, a brother that’s hotep I don’t care, my dude, I don’t trip I just walk through your park kicking down your monoliths Decolonize the gospel then express it through my vocal cords Fishing for souls, that’s why I’m going overboard While the church folks are hiding their dirty secrets I can’t believe we’re over here arguing over “penis” I’m close to Jesus, I’m also close to genius Out of this world, I’m also close to Venus Linguist, I’m speaking healing through broken English Two dollars in my pocket but I still feel distinguished Clean as dental floss, close to the Harlem Renaissance Boy spit fire, you probably thought it was Pentecost I’m out to lunch eating rappers around nine A.M. in the morning because I’m way ahead of my time [Scratches: DJ Efechto] [Verse 2] This is that real hip-hop before iTunes Before mumbling rappers were saying nothing I mean, if you love it, I guess I can show grace This is real men at work, these jokers is Kid n’ Play I want that Miseducation, that Midnight Maraudin’ That life before Eve ate the fruit in the garden ‘Cause it’s still 20/20, still kingdom people, still Jesus music Different label but I’m still with the movement This is [?] rebels on a different level Breaking new ground trying to dig in with a different shovel My rhymes are vicious, your flow is suspicious Joe Paterno with the flow, my pen brings conviction No gentrifying my intellectual property This is the writer’s block, I have a monopoly I rap tight like burritos and European speedos Please excuse my ego, these jokers are Jared Leto Yeah, I may be clowns like Nemo Chances of me being wack – never to zero s**ers think they can beat me, I laugh Eat ’em up then demonstrate it on pie graphs You cannot get at me, homie, this ain’t Twitter You and I carry this [?] the same glitter So when they wanna describe my body and work Say no matter how messy, he’s in love with the Church Yeah, he’s conscious, Cross Movement mixed with Common A professor and prophet who is now sound bombing He is trap-jazz gospel mixed with hip-hop soul Some say he’s too safe, some say he’s out of control [?] getting heavy, some may call him the aggressor He’s moving between thugs and seminary professors He writes with intelligence and honors his heritage The bottom line is he is changing the narrative [Outro] Fly excellent, I fall excellent But never quit Yeah, fly excellent, I fall excellent But never quit Yeah sometimes you just gotta show these jokers you can rap