Open Mic: Ok hmm

Uh, I'm sorry for your loss
It's a body dead in the car, and it's prob'ly one of yours
The writing all across the window and the walls
Whether it was true or false, we shouldn't have got involved
Remember, we walked past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
We wrote punishments: "I will not talk in class."
Now it's pistols punishin' people for talkin' fast
And all these innocent bystanders is haulin' ass
I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all
Things Fall Apart when the center too weak to hold y'all
I'm just collectin' what you owed to my old jawn
You 'bout to get swooped down on and stoled on
Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish
Well, we was headed for the web, even before computers
I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders – avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood – circumcise
How could you sleep? I thought you always was the first to rise?
Aiyyo, you heard the line, "Everybody plays the fool"?
Well, I'll be that exception to the rule
The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school
I was makin' major moves, my dollar déjà vu
My mission when my ambition was brandishin' a tool
To be a icon, wearin' slippers made of python
Get mine quicker, 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline
Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil
Hit the operation, but I'm back in the soil
Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, silk with cashmere
Burnin' Rome down in a minute, built it last year
Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier
My homie told me to come with him to the masjid
Them brothers said, "Don't go from written bars filled with rage
To primetime television and your gilded cage
Then forget there's people in the world still enslaved."
I barbwired my wrist and let it fill the page
Gunfire and flares, sirens glare
I'm in a iron chair, where people who care don't get the lion's share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier, with people gettin' money like the financier
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped and Bevel'ed
Rap on a doctorate level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm fat Pharaohe
Undergarments of armor be my intimate apparel
Pre-Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate
Same cadence as D.O.C., pre-accident
Maybe my acumen's on par with Kool G. Rap and them
Give me the proper respect, mothafucka, we back again
For a couple things we lost in a fire
The drive, the desire to perform on a higher
Plateau, I'm at that show, lost in a mire
Wonderin' how we got so far from inspired
Look, when photos were sepia-toned
And record players were somethin' you would keep in your home
Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq, he was known
For the exemplary performance uniquely his own
I made the twenty-one pound, for some, a newfound religion
Where money's put down, it's only one sound that make
O.G.'s and young lions equally proud to listen
The secret amalgamism, a algorithm
Comin' from where only kings and crowns permitted the darkness
Where archaeologists found my image in parchment
Rolled into a scroll, holdin' a message for you
It said, "The only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble"
The anomaly sworn solemnly, Highsnobiety
Freakonomics and war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades, Tigris and Euphrates
His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies
As babies, we went from Similac and Enfamil
To the Internet and fentanyl
When all consent was still against the will
I got that detox for y'all
The microphone doctor, black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary payin' me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics far from your binoculars
So that smart money finna get the heat out the car
Yo, I'm K.Dot Lamar meets Tupac Shakur

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