[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