Released: February 5, 2020
Featuring: D Smoke
Songwriter: OutKast
[Verse 1: D Smoke]
Listen...
See I grew up in a town where everything red
Follow up a brother word up everything he said
Money over bitches thinking everything bread
In reality were hand me downs cause everything shared
Sidewalk dribbeling
Over chalk scribbling
Outlines of bodies
We found time to party
Like its 1999
...
Long before that boy was conscious and inclined to garvy
Society is sickened, sobriety is the prescription
Creatively impaired, why niggas scared to be different
Underexposed, overstimulated children
Are born target to market employs
Intellect rarely employed
Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom
They take away our freedom and give a nigga religion
But still we built the kingdom working with minimal resources
And still we rep our colors like ooh ah
Fuck a mixtape boy this a album
A little bit more huey than malcolm
A little bit more malcolm than martin
But we ain't fucking with condolezza or sharpton
I'm a release an album that'll probably incite a riot
Probably inspire kids to become a fighter of apartheid
And that shit's gonna slap to the masses go out and buy it
We got a fascist in office that's better in coffin
Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin
Finding employment is like finding a laker in boston
You can remain dormant, waiting for saviour in office
While I get out get up and get something
Give myself reason to celebrate
When the shit get bad stay at peace and meditate
And when my family gather around we can elevate
Shine in their face, ey, even though they can't stand it
Listen..
[Verse 2: D Smoke - Spanish]
El presidente no vale verga
Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda
Construido en las espaldas de nuestras abuelas
Morenitas bonitas dobladas .... la tela
Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas
Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla
Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas
Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta
Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas
Pistola en la mano llena de balas
Mientras que las sirenas llaman
Disparos gritan de anojos se queman
Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra
Pero los leones estan casando en la selva
Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega
Me arranco no quiero ser un blanco del sistema
Tiro ganchos mientras que estoy peleando contra
Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa
Porque la muerte es la unica cosa
Que me puede introducir a mis dioses
Los pinches idiotas creen que me pueden controlar
Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god
Inglewood
Listen...
See I grew up in a town where everything red
Follow up a brother word up everything he said
Money over bitches thinking everything bread
In reality were hand me downs cause everything shared
Sidewalk dribbeling
Over chalk scribbling
Outlines of bodies
We found time to party
Like its 1999
...
Long before that boy was conscious and inclined to garvy
Society is sickened, sobriety is the prescription
Creatively impaired, why niggas scared to be different
Underexposed, overstimulated children
Are born target to market employs
Intellect rarely employed
Make decisions based on indigenous wisdom
They take away our freedom and give a nigga religion
But still we built the kingdom working with minimal resources
And still we rep our colors like ooh ah
Fuck a mixtape boy this a album
A little bit more huey than malcolm
A little bit more malcolm than martin
But we ain't fucking with condolezza or sharpton
I'm a release an album that'll probably incite a riot
Probably inspire kids to become a fighter of apartheid
And that shit's gonna slap to the masses go out and buy it
We got a fascist in office that's better in coffin
Cuttin medicare why the veteran's coughin
Finding employment is like finding a laker in boston
You can remain dormant, waiting for saviour in office
While I get out get up and get something
Give myself reason to celebrate
When the shit get bad stay at peace and meditate
And when my family gather around we can elevate
Shine in their face, ey, even though they can't stand it
Listen..
[Verse 2: D Smoke - Spanish]
El presidente no vale verga
Estoy prisionero en un pais lleno de mierda
Construido en las espaldas de nuestras abuelas
Morenitas bonitas dobladas .... la tela
Nos quitaron cultura, y nos dieron las reglas
Nuestro poder no se puede medir con la regla
Hablo la mente pa la gente con las quejas
Bajo gravedad los dedos nunca tocan la meta
Cocaina en las venas, se sienten antenas
Pistola en la mano llena de balas
Mientras que las sirenas llaman
Disparos gritan de anojos se queman
Dejan rallas los jovencitos como una zebra
Pero los leones estan casando en la selva
Hablando de la verdad uno sabe donde llega
Me arranco no quiero ser un blanco del sistema
Tiro ganchos mientras que estoy peleando contra
Cualquiera persona nunca tengo miedo compa
Porque la muerte es la unica cosa
Que me puede introducir a mis dioses
Los pinches idiotas creen que me pueden controlar
Por medio de las leyes pero solo sigo god
Inglewood