歌词
[Verse 1]
(As we proceed to give you what you need)
(T, D, E)
Omega, Black Hippy came through to switch flavors
Wake and bake, no taters
Pass, pass me the catch up, I'll homestyle fry 'em
You **** better catch up as swift as I am
I was born in Zion
I defeated the lion, soul made of iron
Yeah, soul made of iron
Nah, **** talking how you can't fold when you trying
[Verse 2]
Strive for triumph
Survive by any means necessary
Even if it means dying
Fuck the world missionary, Malcom got popped
Obama got in office and I'm still on the block
Ain't shit changed, the grinding never stops
Call it progress, and the reason why the chicks always fall in our nest
Two **** getting high, flying objects
[Verse 3]
We got next, now, forever
The hippy is black interrogated by
Instrumentals that give me a rhythm
Put the maize together and blaze
Don't be afraid
[Verse 4]
Hey, see this is how we do
Would say I thought you knew, but that would not be true
In fact, be Q, you fags are through
And like all of you teachers thus far
I'm passing you, ooh
[Verse 5]
Black Hippy, Black, Black, b-b-b-Black Hippy, SOUL
Black Hippy, Black, Black, b-b-b-Black Hippy, yeah
Black, black, b-b-b-black, b-black, black
B-black, b-black, b-b-b-black hippy
[Verse 6]
Please fix ya face, we rolling up so much, anticipation
We finna shock the nation, oh, shit, constipation
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes (We finna shock the nation, oh, shit, constipation)
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes (As we proceed)
[Verse 7]
Activist (Black Hippy) rebel without a cause
Full clip left you stiff like a mannequin
Hit him in his temple, left him at the TaJ Mahal, What you on?
I'm on some other shit, feeling like I stepped off the mother ship
We sabotage the government, CIA gotta evacuate when we done
The state troopers would call off the shooters at dead run
It's going down, I said, Boogie down, down
Boogie down Bronx, in a black borrow hound
Bumping Biggie like Pac ain't dead
Two side, call it twenty-two
I'm 22, and I rap like 20 zoos
Straight animal
Ace Ventura couldn't find no cure
So raw, probably bite off the face of Hannibal
Protein Shakes, acid and manure
[Verse 8]
Goddamn
Black Hippy, Black Hippy, Black Hippy
Black, black, b-b-b-black, black hippy, SOUL
Black Hippy, Black, Black, b-b-b-Black Hippy, yeah
Black, black, b-b-b-black, b-black, black
B-black, b-black, b-b-b-black hippy
[Verse 9]
Please fix ya face, we rolling up so much, anticipation
We finna shock the nation, oh, shit, constipation
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes (We finna shock the nation, oh, shit, constipation)
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes, fuck bitches, fuck hoes
Fuck bitches, fuck hoes
Written by: Herbert Anthony Stevens, Johnny McKinzie, Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Quincy Hanley