Interlude

I came here to eat, I'm fuckin' hungry Smoked a little weed, I got the munchies I'm eatin' every rapper that I see in my path I'm lookin' to the future while you think of the past Man I'm really outside, I should sleep on the grass Some people talk shit, yeah, they talk out their ass The shit I say I mean, it goes deeper than rap Ten toes down, six feet deep, it goes deeper than caskets Like a musket, it should be easy to grasp it That I'm gon' be at the summit of this rap shit You say you're eatin', nah, I call that rations I do it for the meanin', you go for captions A photo with some words? I use actions Not a soul scrollin' through is really captive Can you tell that I'm changin' who I'm attacking White skin who wan' be cool with the black skin But when their dads say racist shit they start laughing And when the Republican wins they start clapping And when the toughest shit begins they start asking Why can't you let the past be the past twin? Let's pretend slavery never happened And ignore common names in the NFL A jerseys sells, and it's Jefferson or Jackson I call it actin', being blind is their passion Passionfruit won't make this truth sweeter I'm tryna be a changemaker and a truth seeker 'Cause see I got it in my blood for couple generations now I ain't flexin', these are facts, I'm a truth speaker Whenever I'm recordin' it, I'm a booth heater I make heads nod like potholes in two-seaters Waitin' on every line like a newsreader I'm like God makin' tacos for food eaters This a lyrical uprising, it's a word insurgency Hurry it's an emergency, I burn all ears to third degree The second that they heard of me End up in an infirmary All y'all rhymes sound so nursery I get money like bursary Girl try to fucking flirt w me Put a championship shirt on me Shit, that's called a jersey Flyin' to Miami, on official business Yes I'm fuckin' working, with mamas and their infants Really in the barro, Guatemalan trenches Ok that's wrong bro, lemme end this