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No non-African can ever be the best of anything African

Being a white rapper in hip-hop, his color's irrelevant

White had nothing to do with his skill

It's an insult to every black person

Because he's white, you're a guest

Because the color of my skin

Because he's white

I'm sick of this narrative, bro

You know what I'm saying?

That's white supremacy, supremacy, supremacy

Mmm-ha

Hip-hop, every drip drop

Who's around when that sound's in a slipknot

Just an artist with a conscious and conviction, stop

Comparing me to anybody but the tip-top, woo

Hip-hop, every drip drop

Who's around when that sound's in a slipknot

Just an artist with a conscious and conviction

Stop comparing me to anybody but the tip top

You're the type to cry before the milk spills

And I'm the type to write what every kid feels

I see you throwing fits while on your big wheel

Big deal, butcher shops will always make a pig squeal

And what is bacon to a burger

What is pork chop to a steak

This whole world is my pasture, so I graze in every state

Some fire off a shot or two, I feel them graze my face

But once you're out of bullets, it is you who's on my plate

Sippin' Yoo-hoos for the taste

Fixing boo-boos with some tape

Setting loose screws on the gate

Allow them new fools to escape

You think YouTube is a place where you can do-doo with no case

But if you drop something fragile, possibility it breaks

Possibilities in crates

Possibilities at stake

If you don't get this concept, posible it's too late

Casamigos con mis chicos equals peoples feeling great

Not a hero, just a weirdo stacking zeros at the bank, uh

Never stopping like a run-on sentence

You fail to grammar, so my metaphors are hard to mention

Teletubbies acting like they causing tension

It's always sunny, buddy-buddy with these dummies

Lovey-dovey, everybody getting chummy with they money

Till somebody done them funny, now they on a mission

But the talent's missing from these cowards' vision

They the wizard of OZs, all smoke and mirrors from the blunt emission, ha

Hip-hop, every drip drop

Who's around when that sound's in a slipknot

Just an artist with a conscious and conviction, stop

Comparing me to anybody but the tip-top, woo

Hip-hop, every drip drop

Who's around when that sound's in a slipknot

Just an artist with a conscious and conviction

Stop comparing me to anybody but the

Tell them

This that vomit and sweaters

No subpar aeroplane letters

Or culture vultures doing pop-punk, country, I'm better

Than 99% of problems that my skin seems to tether

To one% of us that's worthy, Marshall, El-P, and Miller

Mr. Craft, Mr. Wall, Beastie Boys and get rid of

Every white boy tryna rap, flow, and act like a

But I'm no activist, I slack a bit and ask for forgiveness

But I get stressed when every cracker asking how another rapper finna blow

Wah-wah, boo-hoo

All these little babies only copy what they crew do

Not a fan, just a man with some loose screws

I'm Frankenstein, Imma monster on these new tunes

Asinine, even thinking we could spend some time

Get in line, you're no criminal, just blues clues

Columbine, AK-47, revolver and nine

Like a bullet through a bully, how I'm blasting in your mind too

Most people lack ambition, not the time too

Ability is something you can't fine tune

I've always been somebody that defies rules

I notice how y'all looking when I'm talking

Confidence confused with cocky

Humble as a homeless, but I'm driven like an owner

Talking multiple expansions to a mansion

All that's left is for me to install the throne

I'm sick of garbage artists acting like somebody owe 'em

A predominantly black genre

You're a guest

Because he's white

You're a guest

Cuz we're not black

You're a guest

Cuz he's white

You're a guest

You're a guest

You're a guest

You're a guest

Guest, guest, guest, guest

All it does is divide