On The Go Back, Pt. 2 (feat. Jasiri X & Fundamental)

Good Company, Jasiri X

Hard times make me run like DMC

And contemplate bringing guns in to PNC

Early withdrawal, murder scenes and big brawls

All for the lust of currency and being rich boy

Is that what you scratching your itch for

Working for the real Satan, no horns, no pitchfork

This life is just sport, I'm building this kingdom

With a hard hat and tool belt, hoping God redeems him

Cause the media will deceive them

And put the truth in the book cause we don't read them

Call us crooks and heathens, gangbangers who arrange danger

Until they come in to vet, see I'm the game changer

Jasiri, Swahili my name's braver

Nat Turner, corporate rap murder, no slave labor

And I'm always in Good Company, spitting the raw truth

Cause that's what the hood wants from me

I feed em what you give me

You give em what I feed em

Pretending not to see them

And then you say you lead em

I feed em what you give me

You give em what I feed em

But that thoughts what you should feed em

You should ask to lead em

Yeah, I heard em say that my skin too light

But I can still make the dark side relateto what I write

Y'all **** afraid to fight

My ****, I'm taking flight

On the go back again, passport beta type, yeah

Rappers calling other rappers out for coonin

My mic checks bouncing, I'm motioning for a union

Promotion what I'm producing high dosage I halal my style

Corrosive to pollution, northern exposure for my mooslums

Since birth, I've been honoured for my precocious persona

Our culture under the scope from those not knowing what we personify

Tyler Perry movies, y'all don't notice the trauma

Next election, I ain't gon' vote for Obama

Got the nightly news blues, Babylon provoking me, y'all know

I sat down after toasting my shawarma

And flipped through the channels

When do I turn on

Some blood clot, redneck burning the Quran

But it's the land of the free, if your pockets are deep enough

You could be killed for DWB

Now y'all finally believing us?

Skin color warrant subpoena

Gon' have to toe-tag me cause I ain't gon' leave in cuffs

Education being cut, Wall Street beefing up

Nate Harper telling cops, shooting encouraged

City streets looking like the lunar surface

The man-maneuver workers to elude their purpose

Boys in blue berserk and lurking, murking, whomever dude, its curtains

Yo, they lying about Osama, who the hell you gon' trust

We ain't crash the twin towers, man, they fell on us

What

You give him what I feed him

Pretending not to see them

And then you say you lead em

I feed him what you give me

You give him what I feed em

With thoughts we choose to feed em

You can ask to lead em

I heard him say that my skin too light

But I can still make the dark side relate to what I write

Y'all **** afraid to fight, my **** I'm taking flight

On the go back again, passport beta type

I heard him say that my skin too light

But I can still make the dark side relate to what I write

Y'all **** afraid to fight, my **** I'm taking flight

On the go back again, passport beta type