Gather 'round I'm glad everybody came out tonight As we stand on our neighborhood corner Know that this fire that's burning represents the passion you have Listen Keisha, tammy, come up front I recognize all of you Every creed and color With that being said
Fuck your ethnicity You understand that? We gon' talk about a lot of shit that concerns you All of you (Now everybody throw your hands up high If you don't give a fuck Throw your hands up high Now I don't give a fuck if you Black, white, asian, hispanic, goddammit Yellow p, sugar p, fuck your ethnicity, nigga
Fire burning inside my eyes This the music that saved my life Y'all be calling it hip-hop I be calling it hypnotize Yeah, hypnotize Trapped my body but freed my mind What the fuck is you fighting for? Ain't nobody gonna win that war My details be retail Man, I got so much in store Racism is still alive Yellow tape and colored lines
Fuck that, nigga look at that line It's sold out first day Getting off work And they wanna see kendrick Everybody can't drive benz's, and I been there So it make it my business Stay giving my full attention, 10-hut! Man, I gotta get my wind up Man, gotta get down with God Cause I got my sins up Matter of fact, don't mistake me For no fucking rapper They sit backstage and hide Behind the fucking cameras
I mosh pit Had a microphone and I tossed it Had a brain, then I lost it I'm out of my mind, so don't You mind how much the cost is Penny for my thoughts Everybody, please hold up your wallets Yeah man, I'm the mailman Can't you tell, man? Going postal, never freeze up When I approach you That's star struck and roast you, oh my Hiipower
I'm tired of y'all Cause everybody lied to y'all Do you believe it? Recognize them false achievements It's treason and I'm tylenol I knock out when you knock it off Knock on the doors of opportunity I'm too involved, I'm no activist I'm no einstein before calculus I was kicking in math Dropping that science
Like an alchemist, and I be Kicking that ass Lyrically, I'm ufc, if a ufo Had came for me I'mma come back with the head of an alien Don't alienate, my dreams Get it right, get a life I got 2 That's a metaphor for the Big shit I do, boy Tmi, tsa, man I'm fly Put wings on my back That a plane or angel? Both Like a pilot with a halo - whoa Gross
I don't mean, nothing So many things come through Them, him, her, you Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I'm just a messenger Yeah I know life's a bitch Get the best of her Put them 3's up They notice that we up Hiipower and the power and the people And if they don't believe us They'll die
Compositores: Kendrick Duckworth, Axel Albert Morgan (Axfolie) ECAD: Obra #17106467