Here we meet the Samurai continuing his quest
Refusing to give up the fight
Still, little one, there is more to learn
Watch closely

I come from a generation exploited and gentrified
The sensation of music anointed
Clouded eyes, the veneration
When I spit on a mic, you see acid, not alkaline
I call my fans excavators, they dig for gold when I rhyme
Ironic how they count the odd one out in your prime
Blind to the skill they see as luck
My L's were sevens, you just had to adjust
Jacked the pot black royal flush
Take chips as they come
Either on your shoulder or awards that you won
I am a jack of all trades, I kill my masters for fun
The light that remains from a half-dipped yellow sun
I am a bullet, you just a fucking smoke from a gun
Reloading like hard drives
Wheels spin slow on the road to success
That's hard drive, but lately I'm losing drive to fatigue
Don't get it twisted, still kill these beats
With ease, young pessimist, forever hard to please
Insomniac, but my morale's been swinging miles around me
I think therapy's the synonym for sleep
Dream's the definition of free
Trust is blind, lady justice, co-opted honesty
I'm on my knees, begging to be healed
You ain't married to this game
You trying to cop a feel
We ain't not the same, you fuck around
I'm young, black, David Copperfield
Nigga, how's it feel
I'm yours

We ain't in that same game, we're the new generation
There's a lot to come, but if you come to Christ
You'll be made anew
There's no way you can argue with me
There's no way you can debate with me
You need to be born again
Made anew, made anew
So that you know the living God in your heart
So that you can worship him, worship him, worship him
Give him praise

World of vice and sin ain't it appealing?
But you need healing
We praise the music
We praise the funk
Dance with us

Look, God is a black woman, she listens to funk
I don't make music unless it rattles your trunk
I'm speeding on backstreet roads, and yes, I am drunk
They tell me they love me, and it don't mean much
This for Lindy Boppers and Zoot Suits
This for Uncle Fermi with the silver tooth
This is Kaftans and well cooked soul food
Ink spilt over Pro Tools
Distinct blinks like you ain't supposed to rhyme this good
I am sooth and prayer's new school grit
But I kept it playa, she said
Take me and make me yours
Bed turns to swimming pools when she's on all fours
It ain't blasphemy, If we both scream too God
It's just rhapsody
When you shake mi amour
But this melancholy got me obviously numb to myself
I've been like drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help, no lies felt
But till then, we praise the funk
But this melancholy got me obviously numb to myself
I've been like drowning in vice
Maybe I should just ask for help, no lies felt
But till then, we praise the funk
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm yours
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm yours