The Dedication

(альбом: $cribble - 2017)

What up, doe
Detroit
The new home of the greatest
I'm in my D hat, D hat, D hat, D hat

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You getting money, but you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"

You took a step forward, you need to step back
'Cause in a puddle of blood is where you're left at
You see, Detroit is Beirut, Chicago's Iraq
America is a war zone, I'm just stating the facts
People wanna hold hands and lines and protest
Niggas still getting shot in the street with no vest
Donald Trump is the President, now you're so stressed
But I'm high for the next four years, like, "Oh yes!"
Who gives a fuck less about a tax write-off
Won't stop Edison from cutting my lights off
Won't stop terrorists or their suicide bombing
We don't wanna die, I think we all got that in common
To be silent in these times is a crime if you got a voice
But when you open up your mouth
You sound ignorant by choice
Do you believe in God? (And God did not believe in?)
My religion is reality, the Garden of Eden
If you a celebrity up to bat, you know you struck out
Said you was moving out of America, get the fuck out
We don't need your coward ass around here
'Cause this the Home of the Brave, no fear
I swear this'll be my year
So I need you to lend me your ear
I got a little something that you all should hear
Love trumps hate, let's get things clear
You can hate me because my skin color
But you just hating yourself, because we still brothers
And the Statue of Liberty's freedom's real mother
She taught us all empathy so we could feel others
I was inspired to write this when the polls closed
It's like your soul's closed, God left us, and the store's closed
I'm from Detroit, don't know if you get it
We be like, "What up, doe?" We chasing after new digits
Industry hate us and we know only a few wit' it
But we gonna keep putting it down until you do get it
I'm on my D shit, 3-1-3 shit, that's how it be shit
Godlike, so you know I love that G shit
I wish it was different on the streets, but it's not
So stay out your political feelings 'fore you get shot
We all know we're living in Hell 'cause it's hot
The wicked getting arrested, wicketshit will never stop

I'm in my D hat, and it's a blue fitted
You getting money, but you don't know what to do with it
I know I'm wit' it, don't know if you wit' it
This is dedicated to the few who be like, "Who did it?"

Who did it better? Who did it worse? Who did it first?
Who did it the best and put the game in a hearse
Who did it for the rap gods and lifted the curse
Now let's take hip hop back to the birth
Back to the Earth, back to your lessons
I think it's time for true confessions
Fraudulent, phony fools fear the fatal freestyle
This goes out to every man, woman, and child

And I'm straight off 7 Mile
Booming Words From Hell
But it's a Heaven style