EBO.Nics

This is for the people in the hood that ain't never heard it kicked like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for my people in the burbs that ain't never heard it flipped like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for the people in the ghetto that ain't never heard it flipped like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for my people in the projects that ain't never heard a brother speak Ebonics Hold on lemme walk it out I think I can spit to this Tell Micheal that this a jam Go ahead and jig to this Mommy go and raise your hands You can twist your ribs to this Tell em all to lectric slide We don't care you petrified Baby this is simple Let the music get to you This how we deal with madness And all the things we living through This world is a Fiasco Don't know why they think these kids are cool And now we tryna gasp for air Drowning in these swimming pools Throwing rocks to rocking jewels Boxing fools to marshals who gon wear the crown Cause they bring you down, just keep yo altitude Stay up on your different plane No there's no need to check that box I'm in a different pane No there's no need to get the doc, now let me fix the frame Been waiting on my shot just had to get the aim Let me pick your brain This is for my people in the projects who were told they don't have any other option This is for the people in the hood that ain't never heard it kicked like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for my people in the burbs that ain't never heard it flipped like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for the people in the ghetto that ain't never heard it flipped like this Now let me tell you what it is though This is for my people in the projects that ain't never heard a brother speak Ebonics You see the vertbal calisthenics is the way i spread my message to the youngins Tryna live inside these inner-city sections They don't understand the cycle they just dealing with what's left And think they life ain't worth a dime So they holding on a nine You can call me what ya wanna say that i ain't from the cracks But i heard a bunch of warnings from recordings over tracks Papa said to share my glory, put our stories on the map Because once we leave this Earth, we ain't never coming back So this here that I write Keeps me up at night Hope this thing pays off Pray God saves my life Nip if you can hear Wish we Could have met Vow to praise your life Even in your death