July 4th

speak the truth, lead the youth

seed the proof there be solu-tions

see the way they treated roof

be the coup, the revolu-tion

who got gun ready (wow)

hold that gun steady (wow)

pop a shot past a coppers top

watch that copper, pop ‘n lock, huh

golly

we was selling tapes in front of blondies

the boys coulda rolled up nine deep

shot me and mix, for tryna eat

Billy, that’s my brother, got a nina

JM got sumn if he need her

both got a license for the heater

still they’ll spill ya blood by the liter

2 all in ya back like you Jeter

3 if you down in Flo-rida

they’ll snap a pic as you greet the reaper

just cuz you black in a two seater

apple pie, baseball, killin’ ****

hot dogs, bud lite, killin’ ****

fireworks, fireworks, fireworks

sound like they killin’ ****

hollow point, hollow tip, hollow boy, hollow kids

(hollow kids)

you ain’t seen, dangerous, none of this, making sense

(making sense)

silent night, holy shit, **** ‘bout to empty a clip

you aight? (i’m aight) that’s just the way that it is

make a **** cry like the end of Hardball

another **** died and it feel like my fault

i can change the world, i can do it

i can make a movement with my music

hocus pocus on the POTUS

(yea)

free the children, free the FLOTUS

(yea)

i’m alive, did you notice?

(no)

don’t distract me, tryna focus…

(oh)

ride with a ****

let ya guard down might die with a ****

you don’t ever want say bye to a ****

that’s bad luck you should try and consider

mama never said “bye” only “see you later” cuz goodbye means forever (uh)

hold on to your cub

hold on to your blood

try and keep it together

make a **** cry like the end of Fresh Prince

all things die sometimes but death lives

i don’t wanna grow and live past dead kids

i find peace the moment that death hits

taxi cab tried to murk a ****

yankee hat tried to murk a ****

way i spit finna murk some ****

Jorja Smith finna hurt this ****

there’s a riot in town

i’ll be so glad when it dies down

don’t tell me what to do with my frown

white folk love it when the prize brown

paul and silas bound to jail

 joe turner found 'em frail

jimmy liked to gon and string ‘em up

once them **** out on bail

black folk

where yo guns at?

nah

where yo funds at?

we mobilize and they jump back

but let a **** get a mil

that’s another **** killed

they be damned if they let a **** build

boy run that

Greenwood

shit’s bad even when it seem good

Regina, Spike!

still gave it to Green Book.

apropos, apropos, apropos

still all so apropos

even in DC we have no capital

murdered for capital

and if we weaponize they call us radical

feelin’ fanatical

feelin’ like “fuck are these feelings irrational?”

if i stock up on a shotty, a glock, a 9 milli

and register all of them, they just gon’ find me and kill me

fuck, do you feel me?

shouts to the cops

they kill a **** i make it a bop

but a song and a sentiment won’t make it stop

the law and the president won’t make it stop

if you stay ready, you ain’t gotta get ready

keep a clip ready

cuz word to Nat Turner it'll get deadly