[funk music] ♪ I got my own Lorraine and my own Eatonville ♪ ♪ Country store with old heads, chicken pastry and chill ♪ ♪ Got a front porch surrounded by daffodils ♪ ♪ Hound dog mixed with some pit ♪ ♪ She a boss of a ♪ ♪ On a chain by a fence, tobacco fields ♪ ♪ White man own 'em ♪ ♪ But he loan 'em to my uncle ♪ ♪ 'Cause he owe him for them years that was stole ♪ ♪ Now his body is a cantaloupe ♪ ♪ Rottin' in the sun in the summer months ♪ ♪ I got funk from my aunt's Gran Torino ♪ ♪ 8-track Teddy Pendergrass, bumping on back row ♪ ♪ She had another love, looked like T and KO ♪ ♪ Never catched a vacay day, she had just eloped ♪ ♪ But we know how it is with the biz, how it be ♪ ♪ And we don't give in turn, we just barbecue ♪ ♪ We just pool cue and call the shot ♪ ♪ Eight ball 'bout to drop ♪ ♪ I got Bronzeville caught in corner pocket ♪ ♪ Yeah, we got it ♪ [funk music continues] ♪ Black people, we got this ♪ ♪ Eight ball 'bout to drop ♪ ♪ I got Bronzeville caught in corner pocket ♪ ♪ Yeah, we got it ♪ [funk music continues] ♪ Black people, we got this ♪ ♪ Eight ball 'bout drop ♪ ♪ I got Bronzeville caught in corner pocket ♪ ♪ Come on ♪ [funk music continues] ♪ Yeah, we got it ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ They say when you claim the role of instructor ♪ ♪ Your skills is bound to suffer ♪ ♪ Instead of obsessive ♪ ♪ We seek to be dumping, seeing and instruction ♪ ♪ Do not to worry about them loud mouth ♪ ♪ Because you can't tell 'em nothin' ♪ ♪ Delivering quiet medication ♪ ♪ For getting the stages of the ugly duckling ♪ ♪ They called the iso ♪ ♪ Through shade of every swift never made ♪ ♪ But if beauty was delayed ♪ ♪ She's waiting on you to turn the page ♪ ♪ But turn the corner or turn mature ♪ ♪ Or finally go and find the bottom of the river ♪ ♪ Jamaican [indistinct] ♪ ♪ I was born in '74 but I'm circa '88 ♪ ♪ That's when the weather changed ♪ ♪ 'Til a baby destined to create ♪ ♪ And I ain't the type for plannin' ♪ ♪ Waiting in the water with my tape recorder ♪ ♪ Suffocating, press the play ♪ ♪ So it's best to say I never settle ♪ ♪ I set the stage, write a page ♪ ♪ Deliver it, write the stage ♪ ♪ Been mis-educated, now my intention is to misbehave ♪ ♪ Ayo, I just can't play it safe ♪ ♪ Uh, uh, uh, uh ♪ ♪ I got this ♪ ♪ Check it ♪ ♪ Uh, for those who deal with the ridged ♪ ♪ Curiosity's hittin' ♪ ♪ And the aim is mistaken, coded in swift piece of language ♪ ♪ Take the tongue from the tiger ♪ ♪ Feelin' shame when they bite it ♪ ♪ But we aim for the opposite ♪ ♪ Ignitin' the silence ♪ ♪ If we don't name our injustice, our generation's indicted ♪ ♪ If we do speak about it, we'd be far from nearsighted ♪ ♪ I wrote the spirit in the mirror ♪ ♪ The one I clearly invited ♪ ♪ Know the face of the angels ♪ ♪ Plus the demons inside us ♪ ♪ I'm only versin' three pigeons ♪ ♪ While this country in Christian ♪ ♪ Plus the [indistinct] and the forefathers ♪ ♪ Don't speak forgiveness ♪ ♪ Now I'm burnin' them bridges ♪ ♪ [indistinct] ♪ ♪ Watch them bury us ♪ ♪ Burst like bubbles scaling a building ♪ ♪ Nothing's ever that simple ♪ ♪ 'Cept my word and my pencil ♪ ♪ In '24 I was dyin' ♪ ♪ Breaking for makin' a livin' ♪ ♪ So when I finish the sentence ♪ ♪ They're screaming this is percentage ♪ ♪ Let's never finish the sentence, okay?

♪ ♪ So when I finish the sentence ♪ ♪ They're screamin' this is percentage ♪ ♪ Let's never finish the sentence, okay?

♪ ♪ So when I finish the sentence ♪ ♪ They're screamin' this is percentage ♪ ♪ Let's never finish, uh huh ♪