No Order (Mortal Man)

Uh Uh Yeah yeah I'ma make em feel me on this Look, my gut feeling led to liver turned distillery Hate the highest form of flattery as posed to mimicry Pen versus the sword, using art as my artillery Pent against the pen, seek repentance through penitentiaries Niggas witnessed shackles and chains from present through centuries Shackled in these chains for the presence pressed for the imagery Problematic patterns, investments circling backwards The culture's tempered and tattered, I'm vocalizing I matter What's the matter Tired niggas finally stepping out the shadows Of an everlasting war with boots that's laced prepared for battle Tales told about a chattel set to tattle, hands on the globe I'ma make it rattle till they baffled You ain't never seen a nigga on a saddle You ain't seen a nigga steer the ship without the use of paddles You ain't seen a nigga's interest piqued in something that you dabble All you see is dollar signs and how to turn him into cattle Cash cow, flip the beef to make it cash out All these niggas thinking they cast now to act out Always first in, I'm the last out Outcast, that cast out to out last Skeptics prone to doubt that Words of wisdom, put my dick where ya mouth at And try to mouth that Uh mic check one, two No longer victim to my miseducation like Lauryn A man of wisdom, reparations is what we're imploring Sleep deprivation waiting for something for our endurance How that sound Swine walking with a badge cocking back a couple rounds With his knee in my neck while my head on the ground screaming I can't breathe Get the f*ck off me, get the f*ck off me Nigga I can't breathe Get the f*ck off me, get the f*ck off me