Could we just get minutes of your time, give or take a second or two? See, when they ask you the culture, tell them I know it well This what you get when you mix Tony Hawk Ice Cube, NWA, and the Bones Brigade Let me to them
[Verse 1: Catch me copping nag Champa north of Santee or Twenty minutes east of Central, that's West Covi Broken families imposter, black rocking Rasta Jimi Hendrix, Courtland Urbano mocking all your The narrative fight great, the heritage makes a man stand his spine straight The ground that grew Kendrick, Anthony Kiedis, Music speaks to the Jim Morris in each of us Shared the same nutrients, except mine got laced divine DNA, [?] The child of a fighter, trialed like graffiti writers Wild like the Freedom We are all daywalkers, hybrids, bilingual, in the King's tongue, Elohim and human one Rosetta Stone with a mic and Chucks on All to all men, so all men say "Amen!"
When you're the product of a and mama's prayers answered You don't think twice You be "Let's go!" they ask you about the culture, say "I know it well"
[Verse 2: Hey look, my homies told me back I was playing my Nintendo To stay away from windows, cause bullets, they to hit those My told when I got the PSone To skip the BS and lead us or be as As every other brother up colors in my community I knew better, but couldn't do better but then I to be The same dude reading Wayne even though I grew up Listening to and Ice Cube, be amused Had the musac we used that to bruise egos Nowadays you might find me the steeple Preaching to the people or making me a To mixtapes, get shin scrapes at skate I'm everything in one; I'm a product of art I'm a product of Descartes, Tim Keller, and the glass ceiling that they put above me The reason that they hate me, the same reason love me