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letra de what i should say - pat battle

[verse 1]
this is a declaration, definitely decorated
audio authentication via verbal affidavit
i’m here to testify, rectify the death of my genre
the thoughts i ponder they roam yonder
y’all wander in and out of these various social areas
barriers that i’m stuck behind, i find it quite nefarious
america’s character doesn’t fit its own narrative
the d-mn grand dragon used to stand where the sheriff is
i was born near the end of the reagan days
came of age in the bush years, the era of “push fear”
now that i’ve matured, i’m only sure of one thing
we failed to make real dr. king’s one dream
so this is for the white sheep riding to the beat
and my black peeps who prompt them to cautiously cross the street
often we fall asleep behind the wheel of perception
but i’m rhymin’ wide awake drivin’ a stake into affections
the soul of these blues be the rhythm of the feeble
if it don’t reflect back that, it isn’t black people
if it’s shuckin’ and it’s jivin’ just like an average negro
i bet you that behind it is a european ego
we control not a thing, not a scene in this production
american corruption, the function of our destruction
a race war ain’t a far fetched thing, face it
way i see it going down’s everybody versus the racists
the s-xists too, coming up next is you
and the h0m-phobes, get rid of them all, clear the globe
when coloreds, g-ys and women are made out to be the villains
little dylan feels like a victim, and engages in k!llin’
where’s jigga with his opinion? see we able and willin’
to take an innocent position in a candlelight vigil
need a torch for my civil rights in spite of these civic wrongs
give my all, leg and arm, every single song, i

[hook]
thought long and hard ’bout what i should say
yaddy-yadda-ya b-b-b-blah b-blah
nana-na-na-na ha-ha-ha-ha-ha -ha
i thought long and hard ’bout what i should say
never sold my soul, no no i hold my own
i go on and on on and on and on

[verse 2]
pick a dinner pot, i’ll stir up the thickest plot
should we spit some filler pop?
or go k!ller croc on these k!ller cops?
too many -ss wipes grab a mic and play it safe
i’ll keep it light in the next life on a later date
ain’t afraid to demonstrate estimations that instigate
wasn’t bred in the states? i doubt you even get it drake
gummy bear soft lyricists ain’t sure if it’s
the very last days or a scary new wave
either way, they lack rudeness to enact improvement
-ssociate with real black movement? they ain’t that stupid
i give a f-ck if this stuff has a catch to a critic
you can l!ck my b-tt – what? this is rap music
quit giving dap to them -sshats who can’t do it
line them up in tandem, i’ll stamp them out in a tantrum
tall, dark, and handsome, hold fans for ransom
this letter is an anthem, you can tell by the header that i

[verse 3]
now i thought long and hard about what i should say
figured i might lose a friend or two or three on the way
but dude there’s so much f-cking fakery and evil today
and if you can’t relate, just think of me as neo, okay?
i perceive reality mathematically and actually
the earth is overpopulated, though you’re obligated
not to say that incarceration’s a way to do away with
populations that you can’t exterminate
because the n-z- nation made it obvious
when explicit it isn’t permitted
now it’s subtle, but it’s still trouble, people still feel it
if i should fall, you can crawl to where i fell
watch me hop back on the horse to continue the course
my talk sky walks, i’ma give you the force
surface level ain’t my purpose, i get into the source
i ain’t programmed for slow jams, no ma’am
my truth is my proof, i’m tied to, i’ll likely try to
resuscitate white youth
hi dude, i invite you
to fight through the spite that i might gripe on the mic
it’s all hype, but if you dig through the pain and the energy
even an enemy could potentially be a friend of me
it’s teclas negras y p batalla, musica negro, taking you higher
to levels that ain’t low enough for the devils of treble
who sonically got a lot on me, but ironically never
say the things i gotta say in the way that i say them
to the people i say them to, with the medium i say it through
peep my little album once, give it like a day or two
return and then confirm that what you learned was what you earned
and if you’re missing all this stuff you ain’t listening hard enough
i don’t mean to be berating you, afraid these are the terms
set by my predecessors, professors in my profession
i’m steppin’ in the direction of reverence for their methods
but i question everything, never lessen the hunger buddy
’til those that i study under are bumped to my understudies
what a lovely little feeling to not have to be appealing
to hype – skip lunch, make rap, f-ck what you like
it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes guillotine!
i’m feeling mean – monster k!lla, godzilla – pantone gila green
my inner scheme, a blue score, suited for this black life
they end me, they gone tell you that i act like what i rap like
and i do. or do i?
but i don’t. though, don’t i?

- pat battle

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