Black Heroes/Outro About Nothing (feat. Jerry Seinfeld)

Yeah, negativity, but they pickin' me everyday

While **** whinin', I'm out crushin' my fire grapes

A good space, frame of mine, till y'all came

They said to drag my naysayers, Shanaynay

Uh, Stevie Wonder had them vision problems

Mr. Wonder, my twenty twenties can't see tomorrow

You twenty-something, this block is jumpin' like Vietnam

Is Mama B with the need or the more negro or tied up

Ain't no hope for a young ****

Ain't no gold for a young ****

Uh, too short for a sport ****

**** horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers

Yeah, so where your keys at playboy?

I sling hyperboles at a warp speed

Usain Bolt, my negro, ready, set, bang, go

Throw it out my face, nothin' the bank don'

I paint for 'em, they lame on it, I paint more

Ain't showin' the same love, tryin' to think through it

I must influence some better music, let the hate show up

When 'Le show up, we make noise, that they can't ignore it

This cold poet just throw up quotables to give 'em hope

And go on, slow up, haters train of thoughts with brain storms

We all **** with dreams, whether music or ball

Whether hoopin', a song or simply pursuing 'em all

Since Paint a Picture, I been on a mission

Comin' from the district, everything but monumental

I ain't gotta mention all the little flaws

Where's the stairs, it's the boy, find it hard to follow politicians

And they Marion Barry, I have Berry Sanders

Never wanna be gangsta, put them dirty pads up

The man route, try and get my parents out

**** a stash spot, I was mastering the slant route

Fly Route, I write, double write out

Since the rhyme route, whole city takin' my route

Takin' my route

Tell these **** that it's my house

Black hero

Ain't no black heroes

Ain't no hope for a young ****

Ain't no goals for a young ****

Too short for a sport ****

It gets horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers

Ain't no goals for a young ****

Too short for a sport ****

It be horrific, we glorifyin' them drug dealers

Ain't no goals for a young ****

Too short for a sport ****

Still we all gifted

And we all gifted, uh-huh

And we all

And we all, and we all, and we all

Yeah

And we all gifted

And we all, and we all, and we all, and we all

Yeah

And we all

And we all, and we all

And I wrote this album without a care in the world

But the outcome as long as it's an outpouring

**** came out their downfall like an overblown round ball

Before my sound off

Or maybe this music'll inspire a future mountain mover or two

And if I ever rush more music out to you to know

That I'm overworkin' myself 'cause my heart and mind into it

Ain't been a black hero since Robert Townsend, so

From me to your man, I hope you found something profounded enough

To expand before the sound folds us

'Fore the sound folds us