Mics Ain't Free

We can't quit managing hardships My hearts ripped-I'll equipped Survival of the fit? Like Darwin and Galapagos Everybody knows it knows That weak become food So suppose that's how it goes in my prose, To surpass, we can't lapse man American Dream, we can't pull up our bootstraps But the young youth, they walking without boots Denied truth, no proof, living life that's uncouth. Hate yea you wanna I never was on corner All my words are born of a Sub-burn and corneas Peeped on what corny is Steeped in wild prejudice From the sub-educates While gs were goners I see how the measurers Creep where the borders is Get your man Jerry Man gerrymandering on us And lawmakers are fake And the state's slanderin' on us They rakin' in all the dollars By makin' brothers to goners Yeah I'm sauced up, bossed up Rhymes getting tossed up Training with the homies In the means to get our cost up They don't understand all the work it took to get here Put the heart and soul into my mic I keep it sincere Stu is the move and we ain't movin', kid we been here So familiar with tech we sound check like engineer Man we really tough think we getting tougher They don't really hear me spit but I just do it undercover Word to my mother, I stand for my brothas Ten toes from head to my buttas Like us or love us We mean what we say, cause we say how we feel Boy this mic ain't free so like a G keep it real Couldn't save for a rainy day bought a gold chain, See, The thing about that chain It comes in different pains Oh you know them new kicks, those Gucci belts Tell em what's left? You a mental slave Couldn't pave a way So you clinged to waves Whose to blame Well look in the mirror It couldn't be any clearer Cuz I'm agitated, matter fact aggravated Why can't I speak my piece Man I miss my peace Cuz I'm livid Man And my brothers keep that dream vivid Keep that dream vivid You gotta keep that dream vivid Keep it vivid now They said mics ain't free Mos def they ain't free enough Think they got the keys No locks could keep this tucked Quiet on one knee They still tell you to not speak up Land of the free Now that's where fact becomes a bluff The fact of the matter Is we chatter chatter chatter When word comes to action All y'all pissed like a bladder Look! You need a ladder Temper hot as that Nevada If I got on ya level It could lead to blood spatter I'm a rapper Adapter That makes a rap-ter But, I'm not from Toronto I work like a head honcho So don't come knocking on my door Telling me to drop low The volume on my hot flow My audio is auto I execute like Pablo So when I drop pi-anos That's the end of your años And I gotta say adios And I gotta say adios