Face

Blasphemous we so lit
Straight passionate always on a ego trip
Eat ya veggies my mom used to tell me
Blinded by the flash that America would sell me
Selfless or selfish there a thin line
Shea butter on my flesh make my melanin shine

Ride my wave I give you ocean sickness
Adam in Pulp Fiction mixed with the soul of Krishna
Feel my toes twitching black Zecharia Sitchin
They tried to lynch him I’m a survivor kid I’m a lynchpin
My heart got a Ferrari engine you shouldn’t force it
Was married to my past once I had to divorce it

Even when I’m flat broke I’m still rich Bill Gates Kill switch
Like when the Pilgrims wanted to kill Brits
I build bridges, burn toxic energy
Make plans with friends even talk to my enemy
No reservations like Bourdain Anthony
When the shit hit the fan I just pray for my sanity

Black flip, front kick swift
Save the day then kick back, tongue kiss chicks
Straight out the box sneakers match multicolored
Beef I slide above it in the streets so beloved
Bangers got a litany on high note like Whitney
These fools tried to get me came up short like Pigmies

I rock on a constellation on my neck
Every time I talk my conversations on the press
Contracts with dry ink papers on the desk
Debating who the better artist I’m taking all bets
Pharaohgamo fly king Cy Young still wild young
You wouldn’t last a minute where I’m from

Hand you the dope mix it with the antidote
Crack a Campbell soup and smack you with a can of hope
Failures a bitch, what you so afraid of?
Throughout history the world belongs to the bravest
All the fruits of my labor taste gracious
But some of y’all is still cruising on the slave ship