POV

This black cat infection is spreading mad fast
 Look at that, from simple symptoms to hazmat
 Don't ask that 'cause stupid questions get laughed at
 We clap back at the white boy, hands off and that's that
 Don't keep quiet, just keep lying and to the beat
 California kind of fever throwing up the threes
 The art of war harbour hate like a reservoir
 Bomb threats like like market value was never good
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 But every time they tell a lie and they point at you
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 So now we running through the city like a marathon
 Yeah, that's right, bitch, we put that firebomb
 Temper on, taking lessons from Lethal Weapons
 But after lesson is a full reflection of our perceptions
 You hear the message, so tell me now are we getting through?
 Incarcerate us and cage us, they're making nothing new
 For every time that they tell a lie and they point at you
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 But every time they tell a lie and they point at you
 Middle finger to the face, fuck y'all
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 But every time they tell a lie and they point at you
 Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view
 We ain't speaking in tongues, shit
 But you're tongue tied
 What? You're afraid?
 Y'all afraid of that?