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[feat. Roc Marciano]

"To the question of being asked to be a part of the agenda, the Black Agenda that we haven't been asked, we should not be waiting to be asked. We should not be waiting to be asked... It is not what white people think about us, it's not what about white people do to us, it's what we think about ourselves and what we do to ourselves. That is the key and that is what we have to deal with."

[Hook x2: Quelle Chris and Roc Marciano]
We talk about it, we be about it
We don't bullshit, we don't beat around it
We are what we are, brave
They are what they want y'all to be, slaves

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Whips and chains, Rick James frames
We rip the stage, ships hit waves
Used to flip cane, shoot clips, aim
Elusive, if the shoe fits, get strings
Beef on occasion, we bought it, we ate it
You would have swore I told the waiter we ordered the angus
Three-quarter gators, war hall-of-famers aim flamers
Purple label blazers on hangers
Suede layers, day players deaf to naysayers
Put haters on ice like skaters
I'm persuasive, three hoes pimp
No wingmen, Gucci button-down, clean wingtips
Olive green Six I leave bent, reinvent
Your shine is properly eclipsed
Weese clique, keys get whipped like cheese grits
Throw them on you like some Al Green shit

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
We at the top, the rest are at the bottom
The monkeys stay in the middle, throwing shit around
You're trying to give me pound through the exhibit glass
Eating zookeeper's trash, not at all
I'm twice evolved, understand the circle of life
To lion kings, the jungle is like a buffet
Hawaiian themed, that means the pigs roast
Communion style, even the kids toast
Fine wine, until the heavens greet us
Advanced raps, you had to drop the class
Cause making intern money while we was stacking math
Made you feel funny, your mack isn't cohesive
We running a defense, you stunt in the bleachers
Where the Wild Things Are, we like Max and the creatures
You try to reach us, the high horse is facetious
But once you make some dope shit, I'll be happy to meet you

[Hook x2]

"What we have to understand is that we aren't talking about ancient history. You know, we have slave narratives that were written in 1933, people who lived in slavery. So this whole idea that we're talking about ancient history, we're talking about a few generations ago. And these traditions, this inferiority that was drummed into us through the media, through propaganda... It gets passed down. And you have this illusion of progress, you know, or even a delusion of progress, that just doesn't take away the fact that after all of the efforts that have been made, we are still, as a people, at the top of just about every bad list... "

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