God is great!
[Verse 1]
Ghettos, America. U.S. to the izzay
Killa in the citywide sprizzay
Where theres sunshine in the shizzade
Church wont pull him out the pin like a grenade
For acting out their fears like a charade
Til they blackin out their tears like its lights out
Bring em out the black like a lighthouse
And wave to em before they wiped out
Lifesaver, threw em, hope they catch it
But its so Titanic to be iced out
Thats just scratching the surface like triple axels
Want to roll around that Bentley like Crystal Castles
In addition to the chain
Thats just to take the attention from the pain
Or is it the mission of the man
Audubon Ballroom, Motel Lorraine
[Hook]
Now white people, they cant say nigga
So I gotta take it back
Now black people, were not niggas
God made us better than that
[Verse 2]
No break, all wake
Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak
Get a good ball great like a golf grade
Make the ball break
Just one swing, no putting
Thats how I try n does things
Especially when your past is
Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom
Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor
Make a trampoline out of trapdoor
On that gasoline when I was back poor
Now they crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor
Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore
Anonymous but dominant whats a Mac to a hacker
In other words, lyrical Zuckerbergs
Pimp you may move a mouse but whats a rat to a cat store store
Its like a gig to an app store
I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Black Panthers, black anthems, black blues
With black answers for black stanzas: Langston Hughes
Breaking rules, aint it cool?
Took it old, and made it new
Black painters, musical black anger
Black mothers, beautiful black anchors
So lets hear it for em! Lets hear it for em!
Lets hear it for em! Lets hear it for em!
Black America! Trap America!
80s Babies! Crack America!
Rap America! Bad as Erykah!
From the era of family tearing up
But we just won big, cant be undid
Form a whole culture in just one kid
Miami dope boys, Oakland militants
Harlem Renaissance its our deliverance