Hey y’all, here I go again. You sick of my shit yet? Well that’s too damn bad cuz this fucker be mad... I don’t care, I’m fuckin glad... yeah Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go Hey y’all, Red Headed Step Child all up in here. Brothers and sisters lend me your ear. Yeah, some may say who dis white boy acting like he’s trippin, flippin,rippin, lookin for some ear to stick his dick in? Not to hide, but just slip in some dippin beside this dripping I try sippin, to ‘mind some minds and wind some times to open mines that trap in binds. Oh never mind, I’m just here, just in time, to disclose some of my fuckin feeling reeling from a beat repeat congealin, rippin rhymes and blowin minds with my mutha fuckin heat Yeah I drink caucasians, Dude be my sensation, my menstruation, flip the panic switch, just to reach anotha fuckin’ bitch, use a muse to confuse obtuse celebration of a livin, givin, ‘jaculation that says what the fuck, oh there he go, talkin ‘bout his dick again, spinnin, winnin to stricken sickened folks, who complain, is this sane to name and reframe, a world worth fighting for, a world worth cryin for, a world worth dyin for, I‘m just tryin more. Yeah the rug complete the floor, man, what you piss on it for? Shit...what ever whore... to resume and exhume and fine tune what we all here fuckin for, to break down the fuckin door, to raise up that fuckin floor, this shit can’t happen any fuckin more, to talk some shit folks ignore, I’m talkin caged free, I’m talkin hazy, I’m talking ain’t no one fuckin lazy, I’m talking ‘bout drinkin up for thinkin’ up how oppression be stinkin up, this shit gotta go, out the fuckin doh, so we can lift a consciousness and have some fuckin conscious bliss, to hear the stories they often miss, to love each otha with a kiss, do ya get the fuckin gist? Can you tell I love and pissed? What the hell did you miss? Now’s the time to rhyme resist... Oh Oh sorry if you missed, did I mention to resist who insists that you sit, and watch and bite yo lip. Sorry to rain on yo parade, we gotta stop this shit, we gotta stop this raid, I know you be afraid to say what you see, but listen to me,the stories of worries, for being Black people on the street, cuz these folks you meet, who police beat, like they be meat, they fuckin beasts. they say he another, we will put him under, but hear me now, muthafucka, he be my fuckin brother, calling his mother, can’t breathe no wonder, eight minutes seconds forty-six, hate win it with stones and fuckin sticks, people watchin him go, droppin knee on his throat, then he be no mo, hope you feel sick fo this show... but before we go, I got much mo, they be filmin this killing and feelin this spillin, feel it in yo bones, this shit be chillin— the willin killin of screams and moans... it be much worse than you know so you may go who care what this white boy think he know, there he going again just tryin to get ahead, all I’m saying Floyd be dead, and if that dread instead, and make you annoyed in bed, get the fuck up and stop the lead. Many more before him were killed it deplorin, now’s the time to use our minds, and start fuckin soarin Break down the door And wake the fuck up Now is the time I can’t make this shit up Break down the door Wake the fuck up