We The People....

We don't believe you 'cause we the people
 Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don't need you
 You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
 When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
 The ramen noodle
 Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we're liable to pull a juju
 The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
 She don't love me, she make money, she don't study that
 She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
 She gon' take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
 The doors have signs with, don't try to rhyme with
 VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
 Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
 And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
 The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
 The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
 Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
 Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
 Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
 Ain't settling because I ain't so bold but ay
 All you Black folks, you must go
 All you Mexicans, you must go
 And all you poor folks, you must go
 Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
 So all you bad folks, you must go
 The fog and the smog of news media that logs
 False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
 We're not just nigga rappers with the bars
 It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
 You bastards overlooking street art
 Better yet, street smarts, but you keep us off the charts
 So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
 Fuck y'all know about true competition?
 That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
 The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
 We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
 Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
 Boy, I tell you that's vision
 Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
 The Tribe be the best in they division
 Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
 Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
 Still them tryna move we off the fucking block
 Babylon, bloodclaat
 Two pon yuh headtop
 All you Black folks, you must go
 All you Mexicans, you must go
 And all you poor folks, you must go
 Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
 So all you bad folks, you must go