No Label (Esma Remix)

But if we label this just picture what It's undefinable Every time I try to describe the pull I've been feeling I pull it out and it's less filling So let's just keep it on the simplest terms given A gift that keeps spinning under diamond tips with 'em We the children of blues, rock and all that other jazz Doo-wop, funk, soul, know that hip-hop has Ageless flows gone from an African past And my African heart been scattered all across the map They put pieces in a box And don't want to give it back I don't want to feel this trapped Like a ghost from the past In my own home chilling At my own shows feeling Alien, the main act Crowds don't connect with 'em But I can't go back To laying hella tracks and not seeing any scratch They say they never really recognize you in your homeland So I roam, through New Rome Visibly not Roman And don't want to even act But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture Just to be me fully I gotta knock over walls Insecurities and doubt Genres ain't about me We rep for the whole spectrum Black proudly People of the current who ain't mainstream drowning From East Los to Westlake with free flows To underground punk shows Mosh pits with shamans and they shift forms So many hats worn And a torn mind state Make music with higher stakes Refuse to assimilate A goat-fish born on a January date Open for whatever that this moment might bring Crosses on my pathway I can't stay predictable In no way ashamed of any of my contradictions Fools sick in the head Thinking they know what is best For another person's quest Ain't lived a minute yet I bridge so many worlds And my only known limits I place on myself You can't label this But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture what we might miss But if we label this Just picture what we might miss