(Intro)
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Check

It's November
Theres been a whole bunch of lyin
A whole bunch of bullshit
Don't let em trick ya ass

Verse 1)
Back with the black excellence
Fightin back to back with Mexicans
Ay the landscape is desolate
Tryna gas em up like zeppelins
Man I mad as fuck and that's the thing
We amass enough and step to them
They gon pass the buck like it was him!
Got whips and chains like S & M!
Live fast and imma die young
Live smart and I could die old
Head to toe in some fly clothes
Y'all Coordinated but ya eyes closed
Dropping gems like its diamonds but those rhinestones
Where you find those?
Sowing seeds like pine cones
This Muay Thai vs Tae bo
(Whoa)
Don't even blink
Televangelist sellin us shit like Billy blanks
Priests ain't even celebate tellin me whatchu think
Cuz there ain't no job for niggas like we felons with a case
Yell it in ya face
Had to be developed with a taste
Of the muthafuckin melanin they hate
And be hella fake anyway
Like there swellin on the brain
So they Relegate delegates that could elevate the race
(Huh?)
I don't understand it
softball pitch y'all playin underhanded
Hard headed Got a ton of advantage
power to the people we runnin the planet
I'm done with semantics
Lootin the culture labels are plunderin bandits
(Yagh)
Fuck if you ain't a fan of me feelin fed up with vanity
Focused fightin for family
Got wonderful balance

(Chorus)
Get on my level!
So come get on my level!

Y'all keep payin omage out to reagononics
Tellin lies but still claim its honest
prayin on us not prayin for us
Is the same reason niggas lay in coffins

Trickle down theory
Ronald McDonald
Trickle down theory
Ronald McDonald
Trickle down theory
Ronald McDonald
Trickle down theory
Ronald McDonald

What you claiming
red or blue?
What you claiming
red or blue?
What you claiming
red or blue boy?!
Who the fuck is you boy?!

(Verse 2)
You gon make American great again?
Well tell me when it was great for us
Niggas blood paint the pavement
Still spillin more I guess it ain't enough
(Ain't enough)
Oh you dictatin?
Well tell me now bitch how my dick tastin?
Record it on a watch like Dick Tracey
I ain't never driving around with no Ms. Daisy
(Brrrrrrraah)
Onomatopoeic
I'm all about my percentage
A lot of y'all are pretendin
To call out all of the villains
Im honor to bound to continue
So follow on if you with it
We gonna conquer the image
Of every problem we given
I'm on the floor but I aint slippin up
you dealin with the sound that was written with the funk
I'm never lookin back so I'm never given up
See the big picture, Cheese, take it like philly ate it
On my own unaffiliated
Bribed officials don't officiate shit
I'm spittin like a 458 quick
Lie to me & get humiliated
Comin straight from the Capital and y'all better know that my city bangin
It's really blatant
I been hella patient
But it's my turn now
Never heard of ya clowns sight or sound
Go upside ya head like side burns
Neck flooded like a pipe burst or a geyser
(Bloaw!)
Pull up to the White House
With a white chick n she got my black dick in a vice grip
(Ow!)
Yellin out loud In a wild pitched growl
come down muthafucka we can fight right now!

Fight right now
Fight right now
muthafuckas we can fight right now
Trump, Hillary, all you lyin bitches we can fight right now
Thats real talk
Thats West Coast
Thats Norcal
Y'all need to get lost

Yaddida