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This black cat infection is spreading mad fast Look at that, from simple symptoms to hazmat Don't ask that 'cause stupid questions get laughed at We clap back at the white boy, hands off and that's that Don't keep quiet, just keep lying and to the beat California kind of fever throwing up the threes The art of war harbour hate like a reservoir Bomb threats like like market value was never good Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view But every time they tell a lie and they point at you Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view So now we running through the city like a marathon Yeah, that's right, bitch, we put that firebomb Temper on, taking lessons from Lethal Weapons But after lesson is a full reflection of our perceptions You hear the message, so tell me now are we getting through? Incarcerate us and cage us, they're making nothing new For every time that they tell a lie and they point at you Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view But every time they tell a lie and they point at you Middle finger to the face, fuck y'all Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view But every time they tell a lie and they point at you Middle finger to the face, that's our point of view We ain't speaking in tongues, shit But you're tongue tied What? You're afraid? Y'all afraid of that?