Wrapped In Black

[Intro: Brotha Panic]

(Panrific!)

Grand rising Bob. Today we are wrapped in black. Your [?] and vegetables are irrelevant here. Come, join us on the Elements 2. My name is Brother Panic, and I bring you a message straight from the ether. B.o.B, it is time to put in the work. Get your nasty, grimy, stinky, funky ass off the wall

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

I gotta watch my back while I'm wrapped in black

I'm even rapping while black as a matter of fact (Wait a minute)

Wrapped in bad credit and traffic citations

Couldn't get a loan or meet the qualifications

Cop pull you over, might ruin you night

But if a cop pull me over might be my last night

First lesson learned while I'm wrapped in black

Is never tell you niggas that the earth is flat (Earth is flat)

Wrapped in the world that doesn't benefit me

Wrapped in the color they act like they don't see

Jails be filled to the brim with niggas (But)

How many record labels be investing in prisons (Huh)

Go and tell rappers flash your guns in their videos

But when you do it they gon' hit you with the RICO

Well they forgiving student loads, shit I might go to school again

Tell me, they got forgiveness checks for being a hooligan?

Wrapped in oppression genetically

Wrapped in they hypocritical family tree

When they found out you was gay they threw the bible at you

But they turn they cheeks when your uncle touched his niece

So am I Malcolm in the middle or just Malcolm Little

I got a X on my back, I'm a walking sigil

Program subliminals from aboriginal to criminal

I'm talking sergeant to interior, I paint the picture clear enough?

Mothafucka (Panrific!)

[Interlude: Brotha Panic]

Well done B.o.B, you sound woke. Riding that elemental crossroads back to the one. Just niggering above the town looking for conscious conundrums. Things are going well in the hoteposphere I see. All those sea moss is not the key to enlightenment. B.o.B it is now time to do the alchemy again brother. Listen up bitches!

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

Ay, ancient world builder

I change the factory settings on all of you niggas

Show me something that we didn't invent

And all you really said is that it doesn't exist

When I built the pyramids I was wearing some black horses

Finished it that morning and got head from mad shorties

Fast forward it's 2022

Long after the British raided my tombs and consumed the corpses

Now I'm in Georgia, huh

The pirates of recordings, huh

Another art form gets extorted, huh

I passed 40s as a child 'cause my mom was past forty

I'm talking black air force one energy

The type of shit Hilary Clint to be

Avatar, Naruto, Dragon Ball Z

Same story, different name, all I see is me, huh

I'll fuck around, part the red sea then charge before a line up just to get a fee, yeah

Nigga I'm line Tyson, the Jordan on the ice or the grass or the sea

I'm bomaye Ali, I'm really him call me Himi Hendrix

'Cause see, me, I had to earn that and I can't fuck with you dog until you learn that

It's you I, huh, it's how I walk into a room

It's how we dance how we fuck we season our food

You foolish mule (Foolish mule)

Pan-Pan-Pan-Pan-Panrific, Bobby Bandz, Elements 2, nigga

[Outro: Brotha Panic]

Listen up bitches!