I've Always Known

Is this on? (x2)

No shit!

I've been waiting for you to reduce the black experience to a Super Series of fly-by-night catch phrasing

And for every hiccup that I might sight for me to be labeled wide-eyed and trite

As a forest nymph in stretch plating

'Exclamation point apostrophe slash' is what you get when your Modus operandi comes off like a comedy gag

Its like being spoon fed from a colostomy bag of an old crotchety hag

That got all of us hard-numb-palmed and deep fried

You know that!

(x2)

I know you, you know me

I'm from the project blowed family

With a pitch match nasty scratch give a song a home

This unknown band is holding its own

Sorry, underground hip-hop happened ten years ago

Imagine having to say this at the Pan-African theater group bake sale

Its been painted over like a glazed crayon pedicure

And the mantra's been scrambled into this crazed non-sequitur

Sorry, underground hip-hop happened ten years ago

These words stay parenthesized between two reticent moon halves

So go tell them douche bags their white tees look like night gowns

While I loaf under the awning of my moral high ground

Yeah!

No shit!

Y'all got salt water colonics

While my alma mater's polish was hallmark worthy

No shit!

And though my small squad is modest

I'm a cross-journal lobbyist

Here to install thoughts with moral conflicts

Oh!

Still girls do not sing mucho gusto papi

Nor do I get kudos for being a pseudo-commie

Cause I let niggas down like Boutros Boutros-Ghali

Being overboard like a cruise boat volley

Fool, suck my glucose lollie

(x2)

I know you, you know me

I'm from the project blowed family

With a pitch match nasty scratch give a song a home

This unknown band is holding its own