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Turning in my work last minute as usual, y'all know the vibes. [1] NK got them low tier n**gas big mad, big facts Broke down now they showin tears when they typing that big cap, big sad Tryna cry wolf not knowing I’m big bad Watch who you wince at Snorlax maxed, I’m a big lad. More of a uuuuh Shooting star like I’m Joseph, pulling out that big strap Y'all know Black ain't you kit kats. I don't crack Just snap all your da*n necks Your shots ain't hitting like Greedo's Lando mindset, pushing power pellets out that bando Gotta get the M.O.N.E.Y, Waka Flocka be the stand tho No John Wick when I burn em like a candle You mobbing with a psycho Dude breaking rules like Psycho Mantis Bada*s brotha no Micheal Spamming on ya block I'm Raito Smashing I’m so hungry I’m diggin in ya rations Give me what you got in an orderly fashion Yo chick Saweet so you know I had to tap in Treat her like the TV when I hit it from the back end [2] Now I’m stylin. Beat all the elites Straight wylin. Chilling on the Cinnabar Island. Blowing dank with the O.G Blaine. Puttin tree to the flame now I’m up in the highlands. They tryna take shortcuts but you can’t get to level one hunnid If you not with grind puttin time in. Back then I was in that back of my math class tryna get better at rhyming, I’ve been. Down bad, jotting down plans in my notepad. Like squad really on some Pinky and the Brain s**t. How sad, I ain’t really know that you can’t rush. I was on some get it quickly or you lame s**t. Head in the clouds man’s soaring off the ground Elevated no Jiraiya cause it really stop the pain. I got blood on my hands from puttin in work on demand, s**t lame. Well at least I earned my flex. Dudes blowin anchor arms tryna claim they the best. Like sir, imma need some citations to check. Cause you was quick to phone it in like this a practice test. [3] Question. How I got these trifling a*s ho's Always falling for a n!**a like I’m Jotaro? I just laid that thang down once Now she loving my naps, got her calling me Bobobo. Said I hit the WAP for the one time. Send it back to the streets in the rain like Totoro. Though I might come back for the head couple times cause that bird be giving that Doduo. And it be ending in explosion. The wave goodbye when I slide only time that I show her a motion. Back to the grind, they would think I’m eroding. Tryna find what it mean, peen got her decoding West Coast brotha so a dub what I watch, what I get, and what I'm throwing. I’m so slept on, they ain’t knowing. My mind so bright that it’s practically glowing. You know the swag on Dirty Bubble wavy. Get to popping make a permanent stank face. They thinking what this brotha babble crazy. Till what I’m chopping change the game like save states. [4] This jabber jawing been draining my soul. I’m the shark in the deep while they play in the shoals. And the squad watch the game like galactic patrol. Watch out, no questions cause they strapped with the poll. Pascals mad high we put the pressure on em. Rascals getting capped get the stretcher for em. These Randalls thinking they high in the clouds and they better Imma knock em all down my pleasure. Really I can do you one better. Knock these lames off the stage, out the game Cause they ain’t put in effort. Big stepper. My Air Force em out like bad weather. For summary, f**k with me then its fatal. So you better get running f**k your and r and r. Zoom far like cars [I needed filler, lol] Drive best not stall. Or all the goons gonna send them ARs like a label. Toss ya body into the Atlantic. Never found so its lost like Atlantis. But for this last beat lemme cut the ignorance. I wanna speak some real s**t. [5] We all saw what happened just some months ago. How my people was gettin done by the popo. Though I started as a poet I ain’t speak up. But our voices amplified like a speakuh. That’s they greatest fear. The black voice been lowered for years. We got black momma reach, pull the world by their ears. When the power combined they squirm in fear We made Captain Planet. To flush pollutants that all rush through institutions. The fairness fairly truant favoritism flowing fluent. No justice. It's the rug that they pulling. Got me fretting that the land of free is just an illusion. Cuz they say. Things change. Slaves freed. Integrate. Things are sweet. No way. Oppression what's that? Rip band-aid. Same thing. 92. Rodney King. Lied to. Spray sinks. Tryna wash out the blacks. Rest in peace to my peeps out the door. George Floyd, Kamal Flowers Breonna Taylor, Lionel Morris. Rest in power all y’all and more. That ain’t a bar, just remember they names. Sadly it ain’t yet stoppin. Least the orange gettin out the white office. Sho'nuff we’ll take the progress. Gotta trust the process. Stream/Download NK Blackimar's Music: ➥ Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3m9izA6 ➥ Apple Music: https://apple.co/35m3Nzz ➥ Soundcloud: https://bit.ly/35g6KBz ➥ Bandcamp: https://bit.ly/3obwho8