Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listening agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out running in place, chasing the style
Be a lot going on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be loving the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nikka shyt be straight fukking up the white folks
That's why they with it now because nikkas like me and you
We did it now, brought it to that level so they get it now
We graduated, saturated the game now
Infatuated with the fame now, let me explain how
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually, speaking loudly
Saying nothing, you confusing me, you losing me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the looking glass
Walking the street, wondering who they be looking past
Looking gassed with them imported designer shades on
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most nikkas dead or in prison