Opera

[Verse 1: Green]

Can't match my style and interest I got rich thoughts and a violent instinct

That's just how I distinguish the bad from the good and the smart and ignant

Straight rock dude bar my pigment

I'm blending the new wave with the vintage

I'm a prototype, you's a mark up

I start this shit like a fuckin' aardvark

Since the government seems to mark us

I try to stay hidden in a green apartment

Working tryna be an artist

Control all minds when they hear me talking

Got a problem with authority

But the neighborhood cops love R-D-G-L-D-G-R-N

40 niggas nearly died last week

So I count is as a win any day I breathe

[Sample: Zack De La Rocha]

So long as that system’s only true motive is profit interest and not the maintenance and betterment of the population, to meeting human needs, then that society should not stand; it should be challenged and questioned and overthrown

[Verse 2: Green]

Fact is that I won't be voting' til the poverty gap has slim proportions

Foolish just like the notion of marching for peace while they making corpses

Kids dumb from the lack of schooling I don't blame them 'cause the shit is boring

Found out I had a knack for touring so I make ways from VA to Zurich

Bang bang and flee, she watched her Grandson die at a jamboree

You don't know?

Some barely eat, you want the ends to survive like a manatee

You want what?

The a marriaging [?] you wouldn't wish that upon all your enemies

You see look, no fear in me because I get me a win every day I breathe

[Verse 3: Method Man]

(Smoke that shit)

(Red, Gold and Green, nigga)

Meth Man not Walter White though

My team Break Bad, I'm a walking Psycho

No net needed when I walk a tightrope, no typo

You a lightweight, no lipo

Light work, getting lit, no light show

To quote Chief Keef, That's the shh- I Don't Like though

IG, I don't do it for likes though

And Snow White, don't be killing my high hoe

Hi-ho we can kick it like KYBO

Side note, here's a middle finger to 5-0

I flow, smoking that hydro, survival

Of the fittest putting guns in your pie-hole

I go harder than Pablo these narcos are in my cheddar

But this kinda cheese is not yours

Killer Bees we got soul

And the drum the plug one with potholes[?]

[Verse 4: Green]

Now I can't strengthen economies

Or make sure that the water that we drink is clean

Can't stop fights in the Middle East

Can never make sure that the whole world eats

Military unit will never retreat

Chicago crews gonna still have beef

Palestinians and them Israel kids

Gonna stay fighting for the Gaza Strip

I could put my words all together like this

The words that I say just won't change shit

Hospital rooms still gonna have patients

Blacks in the womb still gonna deal with racists

Ain't bomb did I ever defuse

From doing no harm that the terrorists choose

Only thing that I know I can do

Is die like the motherfuckers want me to