Word To My Mother

(album: Funhouse Mirror - 2019)

Welcome to the show
Anybody got a problem, man, you welcome to the door
I'm the only boy you want said I could melt you in the snow
Couldn't peg me, all this fire had me melted in the mold
Couldn't train me, I derailed, attention to the details
They all get ate in New York, son, I'm on a killing spree, well
Throw you in the water, and tell yo ass to be well
You ain't got no say, I'm bout to ring the reel, real well
Like it or not bitch, I been heightened the plot
Shit, the strange fruit of our nation's past been ripened a lot
So if ain't nobody gon' speak it, we been likely to rot
The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast

On God, I'mma tell the truth or die trying
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lying, stop
[?] Down now [?]
I ain't never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I'mma tell the truth or die trying, die trying

I just brought the facts homie, I ain't bring the clout with me
Hit the girl she holla back cause I ain't bring no doubt with me
I'm goin bananas, take the cameras out and leave 'em here
Objects in the mirror may be more realer than they appear
This that 2019 New York movement shit
This that I'mma smack the fuck outchu with jubilance
Hottest white boy who raps so raw they call him Juda Kiss
You only like to fuse with your confusion bitch, it's Craft

Bitches, caution, kiss my ass
Call the closer for the task
Mariano with the raps and the tracks who's next up to bat
It's getting head in the back she said don't touch my tracks
I pulled her hair and took the horses out the back
Yeah, you get it?
It's the coast, don't you forget it
Break bread with friends, with foes, I bring them Armageddon
They run and we catch 'em
They fold and we cave in
Take you out and who you came with
How can you tell me that New York is not alive?
Did you see us through the basement with Big Digga
When ya'll the fucking animation
That means you fiction, a couple hits and you finished
You won't make it through the night
All your soldiers in position, it don't matter, I'm relentless, quick to rip shit
East coast, I'm representing, tour on Summer, get your tickets
I'm the illest, all my bitches is disturbed, so they down with the sickness
It's word to my missus, you feel me?

On God, I'mma tell the truth or die trying
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lying, stop
[?] Down now [?]
I ain't never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I'mma tell the truth or die trying, die trying

Tell me why we whisper facts and we scream lies
I'm from the city of big dreams where the dreams die
I'm from where you can catch a dirty tin to a clean ironic
They don't make you see shit clearer, for real
And I thought it was common sense that words held consequence
But when 10 lies a day come from the highest office
This that trickle-down they wanted I suppose
Whole culture based on "gotcha" where nobody get exposed, though
Shit, when I was 7 years old, I said "fuck you" to the wrong one and he snuffed me in the nose
Learned then, though I could take a punch, since then I ain't gave a fuck
Say it how I see it, couldn't pay me enough to [?]