Sycophant (feat. Marston)
Pariah
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Yeah The new Jim Crow billfolds under tables The whip becomes the gavel and the judge becomes the slavers The Fruitvale Killer chose a gun instead of tasers And instead of taking action all the Christians gave was prayers Uh, boys in blue that's the set that they reppin' I can never be unarmed see my skin is a weapon It's gettin' depression they say I got a vicious complexion If I tell the truth I'm scared to enter witness protection My hidden confessions are full of controversy When red and blue's reflected I'll be asking God for mercy Because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name becomes a hashtag Vanish in the darkness; my remains in a trashbag Black man caught up in the mix Still tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cents Still tryna be a leader to my people I won't follow the flock This is America we worship at the altar of Glock; Blaow! Dad had an Acura Pull up in a faster car Pull up in that phantom bruh Said I'm really stackin' huh? Said you ain't stackin' Pa Guess it's just the rappin' bruh Yeah I'm just immaculate Guess I got a knack for it Bastard's just so saccharine Bet it's not an accident Had to take a crack and now this asshole's got a grasp of it Cash is just from smackin' lips Flow is thick as taffy is Watch me craft a batch of it This rap's a masterclass in spit Ooh whatchu sayin'? I can't shoot? I can't bang? If I shoot a school in America will I hang? *gunshot* Can I rock the slang and still avoid all the blame? Can I be chasin' change while I'm chasing all this change? Regis tell him that he used up all his lifelines Jesus he left him splattered all across the headlines Dead by news at nine seconds before bedtime Betcha ya'll skip past and not press rewind We take motherfuckers and alarming punks and arm 'em wit guns And they target our young on corner in the sun tryna garner some funds- And harm him for fun, scarrin' his lungs They forgot-Eric Gardner had sons, Yet the juror and the arbiter hung; pardon my tongue I'm scared for when karma'll come And I pay reparations for how the nation treated some Choked out for a loose cigarette; I'm sick of it Dogs'll sic a man if he ain't actin' like a sycophant You sow what you reap with the sickle man My roley not tickin' on my secondhand I know it ain't sinking in to ya simpletons Phoney's stuck wondering if the wrist'll cleanse Shittin' on the dissidents; dissin' cuz of dissidence Cognitive dissonance; remarkable discipline To talk to these problem children and not acknowledge ya ignorance These the conditions that we're living in Where inconsistent Christians sin So long as I gon' cop me some Timberland's and rock wit the Benjamin's I'mma be complicit 'bout this nonsense you mentionin' Didn't let him breathe so no breath Didn't let him leave: choked him to death Didn't let them grieve: smoked on church steps But they set them free so smoke's what they get Didn't let him breathe so no breath Didn't let him leave: choked him to death Didn't let them grieve: smoked on church steps But they set them free so smoke's what they get (What they get!)
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