Post-Trauma ft. Gyver HYPMAN & Kool Taj The Gr8 Lyrics

For several centuries already they lied

Heros already died for the cause they traded they lives

I'm on the day to day just grinding cruising playing De La

Mais c'est la vie... will i make it kid? I may or may not (let's see)

The young Solomon with the heart catching breaks like parliament

Recorded "Black Privilege" than I bumped into Charlamagne

That's before his book drop maybe I should've cook rocks

Never took shot Harvey Kaye told me I had some chutzpah

Thomas Payne even though we playing a dishonest game

Did it for the bank see ... you recognize that artist name

I'm counting profits while you counting pockets counter ya

Counterfeit logic bury the black ball in the corner pocket

Corner the market you standing on the corners to gossip

I'm "Gorbacheving" with a whore in a gorgeous apartment

Rocking a mask so you can't recognize me

I'm never sloppy .. don't politic with y'all y'all fuckers never got me

I'm international favors I'm never asking you

You peep the strategies I use I let have you a few

The Iron Sheik of desert except he's even better

I made this game my bitch matter fact we sleep together

Always the black sheep I'm used to the position

My alter ego's all terrain I'm used to these conditions

That's why you rarely catch me bitching ate from the wooden spoon

And every bar keeps em howling like the fullest moon