This song contains ‘JANNER’ (pronounced JANNA) accent, which is quite prominent in Plymouth, Devon.
The song also includes some Cockney, Spanish, and Hebrew.
➕➕➕🔥➕➕➕
LYRICS
I am crazy, silver-haze crazy like metal tin tin.
You caress this genius, you caress Rasputin.
Six six six, my heartbeat on repeat,
the mark of the beast.
You all know Bets,
always ready for the test;
and ready to be me, yo B,
comes back to the game again.
I’ve got a SHOTTA, a LOTTA,
a BOATA, a TOKA, a POKA
a LOCA, a POTTA, A FUCKA,
A COCA, ENRÓCAME…
SWIT EME, MOTHERFUCKA!
Suena el BOOM BAP,
לא ישנה בלילה…YES,
I can dance, dance, dance!
I move my hips to the Gestapo’s beats,
the SS has their guns pointed out at me.
And I swing, sensuality and might
until I succeed, I put my hands up, FREEZE!
PUTA, COMPUTA, VLADIMIR PUTIN.
Satellital ROUTA, OMNIFACTO SHOOTA.
I AM LUTHER, B. LUTHER,
no LOOTER, no LOON, BOOM!
My song so strong as I rap along
the mad house, the asylum ward.
Intensive care, who cared?
Police brutality against the self, they came…
to understand their cruelty-BOMB,
I explode two in the bath whilst smoking a
PON ROPOPOMPON!
I ain’t lying boy, I’ve seen it all, I’ve suffered most.
My tears are black-eyed diamond storms;
each collected in the bank of
SOLARES, COLMENARES.
Don’t ask me world cup questions,
ask Buenos Aires.
I feel intranquile,
like everything I do is always GRANDE, gigantic.
Take my words…
Is my talent Godly or is it just another pamphlet?
Satan SCROLLER, as I ROLLA,
B-ROLLA, no BRAWLA,
truth RAWA, it’s my POW POW POWER!
I holler, over and out…
Anger, intermittent hunger.
No longer aware, better prepare.
Yeah.
All done, all said, I stare, I declare, I dare.
I express what everyone is too afraid to tell.
I stress the distress…
OH! thrown upon this fortress.
I break the wall in two,
and OPEN SESAME MOISÉS.
TOSOPLATOU!
Who could have known?
The link between today’s gold,
and the forgotten old, cold testaments.
Puppet shows and sacraments.
Hidden keys and the written parliaments.
Ah, ah, a tongue is the trigger. It’s a METRALLETA.
I have ammunition guardá’ en la MALETA,
bullets, flash stun grenades and me ESCOPETA.
If it wasn’t enough, there is SENTRY CALETA, yo.
Yo, B.
➕➕➕🔥➕➕➕
CREDITS
Thanks very much to EHSAUCEITUP and Pexels for the magnificent art they contributed to this music video, which was created using Clipchamp and Filmorago. Moreover, credit also goes to Sony for their wonderful capture devices without which this #hiphop music video would not have been possible.
I also want to take the time to thank YouTube for letting me into the industry whilst I was in distress and needed someone to save me. Google, you have always been there for me in times of tribulation. Thank you for making life more accessible to everyone, including those of us who have suffered.
Finally, credit is also certainly due to Linux Mint for making operative systems that are so efficient that miracles happen in hosting machines all the time. Acer and Dpofirs are two of the brands where miracles are always happening.
as influenced by:
SAUL WILLIAMS
You Might Also Enjoy Reading
Leave a Reply