(Verse 1)
Only place, where full burqa n’ converse match/
You can’t appease’em with a visa, cause your mom’s purse snatched/
They make sure, your hearse can swerve like that/
From jail with your partner, to the funeral parlor like Stat! /
Brap! Brap! We get out guns cross the bridge from the D/
Immigrants black and yellow like a bumble bee/
Black and Yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow/
Wiz Khalifa ain’t got nothing G/
Straight up Ghost town with the way we tumble weed/
The grumbles in our bellies be/ bundled under our double tees/
N’ Canadian goose snuggies cuddled with our McMuffin beef/
Drugs funneled every couple weeks/ in the suspicious
Shipments of the Dougie Ford meat industry/ like wow!
Don’t say my ears ain’t pulsing with the streets/
I just don’t have’em on the block pummeled by police/
Cause I’m too humble with the speech/
But there is a time and place to be subtle with the beat/ it just ain’t now!

(Hook)
Ain’t got the hot hand, better play with a cool head/
You got cold feet better make a cool bed/
Flip over the pillow, wake up with a cool sweat/
I ain’t even in the market, I ain’t even cool yet/
I’m still in the hood, I ain’t even move yet/

(Verse 2)
Beat the beat up/ every war is dirty ask Argentina/
Soon we’ll be fighting for our water to be cleaner/
Meager/ is the standing of our Yugoslavians/
But don’t debate Kosovo, cause you don’t want problems man/
Murals up n’ down the streets of wars we were never in/
But scarred by the ghosts of memories like veterans/ Intelligent/
With a PhD back in their homeland/
But when they come here, its don’t count, like nope man! /
Drive our taxies/ work in the restaurant of another nationality/
Put your butler vest on, if you ever want a salary/
It’s never been your reality/ our textbooks say
We the shit! N’ your ancestors were just another causality/
The Muslims ain’t buying Trudeau’s brother flattery/
Cause they still love a baby and mother’s anatomy/
So enough of all your chattery/ Cause what really matters see/
Is not where the next riot or rally be/
Or how they dazzle me/ with beach summer fireworks/
Cause the colors of the empire’s attire don’t matter G/
When the Rwandese and Aborignese both been robbed,
Of having any dreams/ their dream catchers will choke your imaginings/
Cause you know it’s a joke that we ever had humanity’s/
Highest hopes when pursuing our Glorious vanity/
Up on the pedestal, no matter how tippy
Our toeies be/ the next foot in our mouth won’t be our own you see? /

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I’m from the fraternity of fe-fi-broke/ Since I was knee high bro/
I’ve seen more/ than these eyes show/
They need hydro/ but you give’em a hydra/
Bunch of snakes, who deceive peeps with weed high hopes/
I’m concerned with those who drove in drugs in drives/
To sell to the homies who drive in for drugs in droves/
Don’t play dumb, Anna Faris, or dumber Jeff Daniels/
We caught ya slipping like wet sandals/
We couldn’t give a shit, but we get handfuls/
Lady Liberty is a distressed damsel/ Hansel
And Grendal/ left breadcrumbs, follow that trail/
Mother earth is Islamic, I got her black veil/
They’ll sterilize your daughters/ while they privatize the water/
Shock Doctrine, cause they’ll capitalized on slaughter/
They all Pelicans in Nemo/ screaming ‘Mine, Mine, Mine/
N’ the only ‘mines’ we’ll get are the ones below/ our
Feet, so/ for Fundamentalists and Marxists/
They got all the Iron man, more than Tony Stark Is/
They got the courage of the knife but not of the blood/
They can face the scourge of the night but not of the sun/