The Caliphate (feat. Vince Staples)

He gave me no release, I hope for peace, be postal now Over east, corroded sheet metal, my tow just found He let it go, brodie left the heat on the coldest ground To wrap around the wound unwound I poured the bruise blood into the sound (let some of the bruise blood come out) Stole the crown, grew out of poster child Serve a few once, I stir the stew on the stove around If you hit the county you better hold it down Grab the bounty, left him on Downey screamin' on the ground Cup runnin' over, son of Ramona, her poster child The coast is clear, they wanna act La Cosa Nostra now When we was there, they toned it down, how I'm supposed to smile? When cheese attract the rats, police attachin' facts They ain't PC, they just trustees, I had to laugh at that We never taught, just be boy pose, parolin' back to back Soon as I clap, they scat, I been with all that jazz I throw the pill like Uncle Phil, revolver hold McNabbs Just tryna hold me back Holyfield when I go to him Talk, ayy, bro, you, know I'm not involved We eagles on attack, big dawg Talons full of snacks, I couldn't kiss away my last Gave all I had, I gave the mistletoe a tag I know it's clip or crash, my bro gon' rinse his filthy hands Show 'em what you got and I can't promise he won't appeal for that Slow your roll, I promise you not built for that Little man, I'm eatin', I don't fast, shady business in the black Please observe the gone and dead Tell 'em save a spot for them, the kid lost his collar then Death be scraped up off all the chips, and left A trail of frowning faces, shaky powdered wigs Tell 'em blame it on my wrist, it's steady as a scalpel Tell her, I'ma face a thousand spliffs, the test of faith, I pass the quiz With flyin' colors, then rub the vase, I had a wish Magic man, find the funds to allocate and I'll appear Takin' numbers, death paradin' 'round, it's grim, but he ain't take me under Trauma from the thickest niggas made it outta jams In the mix, stay at attention, we global, gallivantin' gloatin' Back to back with croski, fuck 'em and their parents And the parasites they hostin' You know, you know me, Glock 32 I shoot like both the Kobes, pop it when I'm lonely At the seam, throwin' twenty's on her back like Ginóbili You fuckin' on the homies, okay Actually, what is the message you want to give to transmit to the public, to our listeners? Well, I always feel that even though one is an artist That we are first human beings and we live in the same world as any other person So that we as artists should never close our eyes to what is happening around us And the songs that I sing are just about my everyday life And, uh, the things I say are those things that have affected my life