GRIFFEN and Bob Chin - DARK MATTERS

I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in "F" it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all inside ima just let it go
The heartbeat of America
Lose it like my car keys, nigga tear it up
I spark B's wit art thieves
For you
It ain't no sequels or part 3s

My granny never got her 40 acres
My grand pop got shot by the cops
I'm bangin Sometimes by Noreaga
In my mind, I rewind the clock
Way back before the rap clout
It was a wrap
Back before the trap house
We was trapped
Before them projects got built
Before Malcolm got kilt
Before Harriet had a chariot
Runnin thru the woods like a Sagittarius
Before they sold the first boat load
We was far Far East coast, in goat mode
And that was then when they plotted it
These muthafuckas out here takin whole continents
Entire map still colonized
And we behind the wall, that's the bottom line

I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in "F' it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all inside ima just let it go
The heartbeat of America
Lose it like my car keys, nigga tear it up
I spark B's wit art thieves
For you
It ain't no sequels or part 3s

Most segregated most hated
Most deaths from a gunshot that's gang related
Most def I'm a black star one of some that made it
Best believe some got cheese some got cremated
It's the American dream Freddy Kruger in the White
House
Boys in blue got the green lights to turn them lights out
Cointelpro showed us what this shit is bout
Kill these black folks before they figure something out
Give'em dope whole country is a trap house
They gon' make it snow all summer know what I'm talking bout
They fly the dope in fly the cash out
Then they send them alphabet boys to ya man's house
They got his iPhone got his whereabouts
Now you pray your day one ain't ran his damn mouth
Same game they playing then they playing now
Ain't no wins in any shades of brown

I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in 'F' it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all inside ima just let it go

I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in 'F' it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all inside ima just let it go
The heartbeat of America
Lose it like my car keys, nigga tear it up
I spark B's wit art thieves
For you
It ain't no sequels or part 3s

Written by:
Bobby Rogers Jr, Laurence Langford

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