

V1

First they divided the slaves
And then did mass manipulation up inside of they brains
They couldn’t communicate, read, or write anything
Divide and conquer, from these monsters that are kinda deranged
There’s a connection to rap beef, I explain

This is how I been bro
I deliberate on Jim Crow
My sharecroppin pen flow
I’ll wear em out with info
systemically
all my niggas they would flee
from the KKK grief
that would hang us up on trees

They left and had to find a new community
with poor living conditions I say that truthfully
So then we fight each other, on the regular, but usually
 when there’s a few competitors the treasurer’s a ruthless G
That’s the truth to me
I think that black history is too discrete
The history impacts the present, really affecting you and me

Rap beef is a reflection of the streets
And the streets are an impression of the bleak
reality that all this tragedy that feels unique 
Has been resurrected then revised over a beat
nigga look at my eyes they might cry over these cheeks
how many my niggas done died because they tried to just beef
my ancestors done died so you can try to be MC
that doesn’t understand the history 
that ignorance is bliss I see
I know you wanna be the GOAT, i understand it fiscally
I’m tryna hook a nigga on knowledge, you like a fish to me

[Chorus]
I don’t want a rap beef
They don’t know why they attack me
From slavery to dissing rappers that just ain’t me
I just need some Honest Answers (hey)
I just need some Honest Answers (hey)

V2

I’m looking at niggas and I can just pick em up apart
thinking of all the ways that i innovate but im not missing my mark
i really just sit in the dark
i know that i’m off 
I know i’m providing a spark 
i wonder why all of these niggas is selling they soul just to be riding the charts
hmmm

Yall just here win a competition
Taking shots right at each other, i got a calmer vision
Yall just perpetuate bitch, you too enthralled with winning
how about we think about the planet that we all envision
This the intermission
As i pause, leaving niggas in my vision
This the trigger indecision
I didn’t wanna shoot you, or spank you
there’s nothing that a nigga can’t do
with a paintbrush, i’ll paint you
hypothetically, i’d erase you
but then you’d wanna get the lick back 
you would listen to it like a million times even muttering that he did that
maybe then i would muzzle em, and puzzle em , with my pen cap
and maybe then it would trouble em, til one of em want a getback
I want you to meet the man
That didn’t approve of Meet of Grahams
in order to beat the man, you beat his fam
and then compete again
That wreaks of Ham, and i don’t mean it in a good way
let’s tear each other down because…um…that’s the hood way
instead of saying that you lock and load
maybe you can tell us that you got control
instead of rapping bout I C U
threatening bout the hospital
I don’t want no VMAs
I dont wanna hand no niggas fades
I just wanna give a fuck about my mental health and then be ok

V3

I’m a cheerleader with POMS POMS
I respect every rapper i think they the BOMB BOMB
You stepped onto twitch and disrespected his MOM MOM
Devoid of any substance i just that that’s wrong wrong
Maybe you just too young to get it
Maybe its just too fun i get it
But every time you form your tongue with lyrics
I just become a spirit
maybe because i can elevate 
I think I wanna keep my weapon safe
So why the fuck would I wreck your face 
When I really wanna just step with grace
I’m the rap importer
I’m a veteran of that recorder 
Keep in tact, my aura 
I will never sink to where your floor is
Take a second if you blink, you might miss the chorus 
Ima skip the chorus actually

Oppression is a melody
Don’t care bout what you telling me 
There’s a difference between a good MC and what the hell I be 
This rap gift it fell on me 
Tapdaddy I broke down the origins of rap beef so deadily

Honest Answers (Prod. by Tapdaddy)

You a Snitch

I've Been Waiting Too Long

Sun hit the chrome while I slide real slow,
Candy-coated Chevy, sittin’ low like a ghost.
Palm trees sway while the speakers knock beats,
Mellow in the air, got the world feelin’ free.

White walls spinnin’, paint drippin’ like a dream,
Every turn tell a story, every street got a scene.
Ain’t in a rush, we just roll to the rhythm,
Lettin’ time pass slow while the oldies keep hittin’.

Low-ride, slow ride, let the bassline hit…
Cali breeze, palm trees, we just vibin’ a bit…
Let the chrome keep gleamin’, let the speakers keep knockin’…
Ain’t no rush, just slide, ain’t no reason to stop it.

License plate say "West," bumpin’ classics in the deck,
Got the ragtop down, and the city showin’ respect.
Whip sittin’ pretty, whole crew laid back,
Rollin’ through the boulevard, leavin’ dust in the past.

Sippin’ on something cold, speakers on blast,
Feelin’ like a king while the palm trees dance.
Ain’t no rush, let the day move slow,
Another sunset in the city we know.

West Coast sunshine, feel the heat on ya skin…
Ain’t no worries, ain’t no rush, just let the day begin…"

We just coolin’, slow motion, feel me?

Low-ride, slow ride, let the bassline hit…
Cali breeze, palm trees, we just vibin’ a bit…
Let the chrome keep gleamin’, let the speakers keep knockin’…
Ain’t no rush, just slide, ain’t no reason to stop it."

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of deeds not performed
of confessions to secret love
and of wonders not expressed
Our truth is hidden in our silence

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