For Tha Culture (feat. Keisha Soleil)

Would you please state your name for the court B. Soleil Could you please spell your first and last name B-S-O-L-E-I-L I was made for this I was born to resist The blood of my people My spirit is lethal Got love in my fists and I know, I know, I know You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no I've got that Black girl magic Black girl masculine Made from a fabric woven in Africa On my back is America Oh my God issa miracle That I made it off the block That I got a chance to shoot my shot That I'm not behind bars with a lock But I got these bars on lock How you hate my blackness but Wear it on your back with a snapback How you steal a culture Sell it back but don't expect a clapback Growing up Black is a testimony Appropriate that you deserve a Tony We melanin rich It ain't always trappin' and shit I was made for this I was born to resist The blood of my people My spirit is lethal Got love in my fists and I know, I know, I know You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no. Hands up don't shoot Put the gun down don't move I ain't got a gun issa phone, officer What I'm gon' do I don't wanna die today No, I don't wanna fade away I don't wanna be a hashtag I just wanna be known for my wordplay I'm hella black like er'day Like MJ's nose back in the day Shoutout to the homie Fresco Slanging them hats for the culture, yo I ain't tryna keep it kosher, no You got yo weapons Well I got my selenite You sell me hope But I'll never buy the hype No I'll never buy the hype I was made for this I was born to resist The blood of my people My spirit is lethal Got love in my fists and I know, I know, I know You can't crush my soul, my soul oh no. I was made for this I was born to resist The blood of my people My spirit is lethal Got love in my fists and I know, I know, I know You can't crush my soul, my soul Im rappin' the truth I'm talkin' to you Each one teach one Save the youth Save the whales Save the world Behold Holy grail Nah for real Somebody call Pharrell Tell him I am an alien too I come with a message for you Wakanda forever, my dude The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice The darker the Negro the stranger the fruit Billie taught me that The struggle is real I might call in Black Lemme see you imitate that Lemme see you imitate that I was made for this I was born to resist Blood of my people My spirit is lethal I was made You can't crush my soul I was made You won't crush me oh, no I know, I know, I know, I know You won't crush my soul Pour one out for the homies Pour one out for the OG's Pour one out for the old me That's dead and gone cue the eulogy Pour one out for Trayvon, and Stephon and Devon Pour one for out for Rikia, too Pour one out for that kids future Pour one out for my trans sisters Pour one out for the damn system Pour one out for the damn system Pour one out for the damn system Yo, this one's for Mike Mike, Atatiana, BB Hill Do you swear that the evidence You are about to give is The truth, the whole truth And nothing but the truth so help you God