Agendas Lyrics

Yo, Timo

Today I was just thinking about

What it is to be a 21st Century African

I think that'll be my first agenda

Come on

Triggered by pig-headed idiots

Of a universal opinion

Failing to figure

The times in which we're living in

What it is to be African

In the 21st century

In the era determined

By Hip-hop's dominion

Cultural appropriation

Debated by the rigid

When you let offspring

Live television authenticated

Went to colonial school

Neo-colonial tools

Adapted to a canvas

Ever changing, misshapen

When shown the atlas

Took to the air, walking different planes

After a start in bias

We finessed the universe

Now I can't clear my sinus

Coz we're compressed

In this chamber of madness, madness!

Ambition flushed down

A ceramic shithole of despair

I risk wear a gas mask

For this heir apparent

I missed were backwards

Thinking was history aware

Beware! Beware!

I'm African and proud

This post-colonial style

I react to interact

With a global village right now

I'm African and proud

This post-colonial style

I react to interact

to a global vision now

Now, now, now

So now what

I think I have to

Address the slay queen mentality man

I feel

I have a take on it

Any man gifted

Will tell you fame is overrated

An ironic vehicle

That'll cargo your wealth

But the groupies will come

Offer the box, a funeral nut

Ask these rappers

With shiesty baby mommas

Tasty but if you get lazy

It's a wrap, wear the contraceptive

But it's good when I'm Cumming

Kanye Kardashian

I'm just saying

Slay Queen apportioning

Quotas of brothers working

Won't be any aborting there

We all have potential

Possibility not a credential

But the executor of will

Death defying to the bill

The comfort you afford

Keeping your edge razor sharp

Will sway the hyenas

To the car coz they smell us

A-counting to a-mounting

Is a bounty and the guns are resounding

The sculpting of the landscape

Is a tense atmosphere of escaping

Call it what it is, whoring for desire

A temporary bucket to piss in

Sense is to understand

Loving is more than a groupie dalliance

The currency of prominence

Buying an insatiable audience

Summoning the desperate

No restraint! No restraint! Uh

Yeah bro

Scarecrow, tell me more

Yo! Blackonomics has got me all twisted right no

Let me tell ye somethin'

Take 'em to school

To indulge in excess

Is the result of syntax

A carefully ordained

Redundancy of gain

We're spiralling

And hiding from the pain

Capitulate to fame

A daffodil in the wind

A psychedelic whim

Of a venerated sin

Syndicated hymns

That'll instigate a glimpse

True excellence

Requires due diligence

Never assume that you're killing it

Clued into the Iliad

The siege of true joy

A decree of brute force

Subtlety astute

Deduces true course

Line 'em up in binary

Define the methodology

This Black economy

Is lacking in its nurturing

Gain so much to give it up

What are we accomplishing

You say you're only living once

What of continuity

Crabs in the bucket, UH

Fasten the subject, UH

Can't tell you nothing

With all of that promise

Need to learn to finesse

It's never cut-and-dry

To speed a turn assess

Before you clutch and drive

Clutch... Clutch

Drive... Drive

Clutch... Clutch

Drive... Drive

Clutch