Black Sheep

[Verse 1] Young Mozart with more keys Black sheep with a gang of wolves before me, they think we homies But keep hearts and shoulders colder than Loki I be no Thor, just bring 'em more of this halitosis Got everybody asking, "Is it hot in here?" I ain’t no polka dot man, I ain’t trying to find no spot in here I ain’t no guinea pig Just know that he drop hot lines that's all in my lineage The process is linen the wrinkles definitive So what all the hate for? Her premise is primitive Her promise is tentative, better pay attention So polish the penmanship, I been late to mention the fact that it’s free This is for all the niggas bastard as me Food for your soul, Harold's chicken, Statik Selektah battered the beat Assault and battery on your mind, can't you see how this world be? It won’t be to long before you need a battery pack, but I’m better than that A freshman on varsity nigga where yo Letterman at? Ginger ale on the rocks where yo gentleman at? [Bridge] Boy, my pinky in the air I just crush a lot, I ain’t never been a player Niggas throwing shade, they could holla at me later You might catch a fade, give a fuck about a—FADER [Verse 2] And I do it for the love Praying that my peoples get to see the one above show me love And know that I’m speaking the truth, I never had no problem being transparent Remember I was younger wishing that I had my friends' parents Back when they lied to us better, I’m on this water now Funny how these other niggas thirsty but they watered down They oughta drown, watching niggas run for the boat when the rain drops How many lies can you tell yourself before the pain stops? Out here harvesting the same crop Woe is me I’m out here sowing seeds, blowing trees, writing all this poetry Every freaking night peep the Jodeci 'Till the people quoting me Or at least peep the potency And profess a nigga artistry openly Black sheep, but I know you see the GOAT in me [Outro] Clark: What do you think can be done to change, to use your term, the moral fiber of America? Baldwin: I think that one has got to find some way of putting the present administration of this country on the spot. One has got to force, somehow, from Washington, a moral commitment, not to the Negro people, but to the life of this country. It doesn't matter any longer-- and I'm speaking for myself, for Jimmy Baldwin, and I think I'm speaking for a great many other Negroes too-- it doesn't matter any longer what you do to me. You can put me in jail, you can kill me; by the time I was 17, you'd done everything that you could do to me. The problem now is: how are you going to save yourselves? [Produced by Statik Selektah]