Dolezal Video (MV)

Spittin venom, uh, had to hit em
Spittin venom, uh, had to hit em

Listen...
Skip the formalities, yall know who the nicest
Words pouring from my heart as a nigga write this
Put the Pen to pad and flickin my wrist
Gotta address an MC turned stylist
How I see it's how I gotta call it
In the sunken place dawg we see you fallin
You front like you wanna give the people knowledge
But only talk to us when an album droppin
I gotta expose you outta control
I cannot condone the tone and the thought provoke
I cannot withhold or forgo, the truth must be told
Bro ya sold ya whole soul just to sell us some soles
Well f*ck you and ya sneakers
And f*ck ya campaign of "free thinkin"
Cuz free thinkin' is what it's not
When you diss the elders on the Amistad
Talkin' choice and slavery is what you brung up?
You must high off the lean in the punch cup
See my face, read my mind it when in scrunch up
Wish you'd make the brave choice to Shut the f*ck up
You're not the same guy, some how you on some different shit
Look how you contradict your self and show ya dissidence
Couldn't tell me back then that we'd all envision this
The College Dropout Graduate into a Hypocrite
Are you thinking free? Bro it's not that at all
What you display is the absence of a single thought
Just because you are idolized by most
They respect ya thoughts, nigga I don't
Ya speech annoys us, we can't avoid it
Bruh it's poison, it could destroy us
Are these the voices of ya employers?
Slave ships weren't our f*ckin choices
I'll exploit this, f*ck the bein quiet dog
You ain't in the streets when the riot starts
You push a dangerous plot and a dialogue
And it seems like you do it for the right appluase
A lot of ya fans are in denial dog
Can't process an icon pushin lies along
Shady motivations, shit, how can I ignore?
When the sales of the merch is all that you desire for
"It came out wrong, but I know what's he's sayin"
No way you can twist that statement to make sense
Lost nigga (lost nigga), it's blatant you famous
Ballin foul and it's flagrant you plain nuts
My pens mightier than any sword you raise up
No matter how slice it bruh you f*cked when the blade cuts
Aye bruh, 'member when you came up and claimed us?
And now that you famous and Blame us?
Can't let up on a nigga, despite mental illness
Regardless of condition, you gon' get this realness
Some could give a f*ck, me I give a f*ckless
You not a GOD or any thing above us...
Musically, I admit you're a f*ckin genius
But world views? ehhh... they can suck a f*ckin penis
Until its swoll and blows a load a ton a semen
And even then it can still lick the dick the cleanest
PAUSE, No lies Mr West, bitch I spit facts
Ever since 2010, bitch yo pen been wack
Even with all the writers that last shit been trash
30 writers on one song that didn't make an impact
What you changin, or claimin you rearrangin is
Hatin among a racist, you playin wit flame is dangerous
Ya rhetoric will endanger us, there are too many layers for
Player that, refuses to read or even lift a paper up?
Media made a fuss, ya words a bit traitorous
To hate groups ya behavior is a major plus
Had to keep real if I'm goin out...
You a fake nigga, bitch... Dolezal...