Dirty Hands

The only thing is say is checkmate

Microphone check like a shotgun blast to your breastplate

My whole team’s nothing but chefs hooking up fresh plates

Soon to be tp five, that’s without the bid or self-hate

Raps tighter than fresh braids, the drums crispy

Still I’m Damon Wayans facing Thomas Dunwittys

These kids is literal children thinking they’re Puff and Biggie

But this that Jon One, Dirty Hands, for hardcore strictly

Like chill, you should be embarrassed

Work ethic that’s simple and careless

While we’re putting work in like a single parent

It’s apparent, fuckers can’t compare with

The art that I’m pumping is carrots, Portage ave to Paris

Lay back and cherish, while I’m feeding ‘em hits

Bleeding these pigs, ’til CESIS hit me with a cease and desist

I’m breathing these spliffs and beating these skins

Opposition til I pass away

Killed by my friends like Jam Master Jay

It makes sense, some would rather see me before the magistrate

Instead I stand on stage, I don’t lie, fib or exaggerate

And what I stand for speaks for itself, no need to fabricate

Inflate stats or lie in my bio, yo, can you say the same?

We’re tryna find a better way

They ‘bout to call us Berlin based on the way I take your breath away

I never say die, just be like “uh” and keep ‘em pressing play

So, they bump the Studies like it came out yesterday

My pen is like Kodak, just check with SOCAN

It’s food for thought, feeding more kids than a Panther program

We on the road with the band, like we some nomads

Looking for home, bunnin’ these cones, bumping these slow jams

They love to talk, but don’t wanna listen

Most of these fucks just chasing fame with no respect for tradition

Talking that shit about B, like “he thinks he’s all wisdom”

But when my shit drops you know they look for us like missing children

Listen, so much regret, that’s the hard part

Keloids in my family, I’ve learned to live with the hard scars

It all hurts the same, whether in Polo or Walmart

And so I stand firm like Ash Sarkar in the Carhartts

It’s for the art, meant it since I was tiny

Comic books in ’89, then Da Vinci in 9-3

Then my pen evolved to be something like Kehinde Wiley

So now, I don’t sweat these little Mileys tryna vibe me