Fingers as a Means of Immaturity Lyrics

One finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the

The spirit of a bolshevist embodied in a pigeon

Pickin' pizza from the dumpster at the back of the kitchen

One finger in the air to the prison system

But as a white man, the bars will never be a thing in his vision

Optionless optimist promises on his wrist

Buying watches, claiming "I am not a materialist"

Even when the metaphorical going's gonna get tough

Don't even have the muscles, you never made it out the rough

They hate to see or hear a dog barking

Park the car, you're only useful if you make someone profit

You not in college and sure as hell not a prophet

But I know the best way to kill a mockingbird is to suffocate him with your motherfucking pockets

I'm tucked away in the pitter-patter of dinner platters and silver plates

Marked by sharp spatters of forks and knives cutting bitter steaks

This is the component of bureaucracy

And we know communism is only marked by a common thing

If art is war, consider this a declaration

Painting color fields while your statements are brimmed with exclamations

And said statements are leaving people with question marks

The ball is falling far from heaven 'cause I knocked it out the park

"I look in the mirror to cope with a broken spirit"

But when I take a peek, all I see is a coping dipshit

A nepo baby with exposure to atrocities

And above all, a bigger committer of hypocrisy

You built your name off a place that you've never been to

And until you were 10, you'd never heard of that nation

As for me, I never dipped my hands in that fake shit

But for you, there's a name for it (cultural appropriation)

One finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Put your hands up high)

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Hands up high, hands up high)

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Put your hands up high, put your- put your- put your hands up)

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Put your hands up high)

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)

Finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (Put your hands up high, put your- put your- put your hands up)

Finger in the air, one finger in the (Put your hands up high)

I'll diss you on the net, to your face and on record

I'll school you back to the public where the tiles are checkered

Icarus never really knew what he got 'til it was gone

Havana's a zombie walking, get the fuck off of my lawn

Hip hop is for the children, not a weather announcer

Cop some corticosteroids, grab them over the counter

Now I'm not the type to claim myself as some divine folk

But boy you so white, I could beat your ass with my eyes closed

(Hold up, hold up, before we get started)

(I oughta pierce this fucking phallus through your rookie ass throat)

I'm burning the house down and straying from the predictable

But you so unoriginal, they flipped your character, symmetrical

Talk about biting lyrics while you riding down the road

But that "going, I'm going"? Yeah, you bit that shit from Ab-Soul

All you rap about is contradictions of reality

Not only your persona, but your words are built on (fallacies)

You need to abstain from hip hop, put on some panties of chastity

And for those that smoke, there's a word for him (fugacity)

For those who want smoke, bitch I'm the next Dastardly Dick

None of you got the balls to battle, your rhymes making me sick

So the next time you make the claim you can make a rapper switch genres

I'll be standing right there waiting to turn you into a primadonna

"I hope we remember all the artists who postured as revolutionaries

Who used revolution as an aesthetic backdrop

And made themselves wealthier with songs about freedom

Until the revolution came"

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