From Russia With Love

[Verse 1: N8! (AKA !LLumiN@TE)]
Never feed a Gremlin after
Midnight or give a troll an invite
We outside, I’m still blessed with insight—gesundheit
God bless the child that controls a sneeze. Kind of hard
To play pretend when you don’t believe signs of the times
Retrogrades, exposés to find
The tax Dollars Creflo paid. Get Rich or Die Tryin’
Power of a dollar’s kind of iffy
Like getting life insurance after 50 was shot nine times
Black Panthers haven’t got nine lives, we’re all
On a Quest to find our Tribe, community
Guidelines defined in a Facebook group, a beat
Face’ll make the hate look cute—you gotta find the right
Filter. White House got a white realtor
White gold can look like silver, a right idea
A nice pilsner—cheers to a seed at
The table—even if the seat is disabled
ManKind! ManKind!

[Verse 2: SciryL]
I ain’t never had
A Hammer, but I’m cool, standing in the shoes
That you had to be man enough to use, staring at
The truth—the same time, preparing for the blues
Of the Blue and White preparing for the move, the lawyer that
The terrorist refused. Niggas adding terror to the room
With a flower that was ready for the bloom
The silent child ready for kaboom, the violent copper
Steadying the mood (Steadying the mood). Huh
(Fuck you up!) Niggas (Fuck niggas!), yo, what I’m supposed to do
With this besides crucifix? (Huh?) What I’m supposed to do
To niggas ‘sides shoot the shit? (What?) Who I’m trying to fool
The second that I use this image? (Who?) What I’m supposed to do
Besides giving you the business? (What?) I’ve been feeling like
A teacher schooling foolish children, I’ve been feeling like
A preacher on a pulpit spitting, I’ve been feeling like
A man who’s making new decisions, I’ve been feeling like
My plans ain’t coming to fruition. Who gon’ talk?
Who gon’ hear? Who gon’ listen to my life?