VERSE 1 Bold Spitter. Straight Gold Shitter. Exorcise demons. Means you, nigga. You'd crawl through a sewer just to get to a river that's actually a toilet to get a cup of water. Consumed with a thirst unquenchable I don’t support em… Sold your soul for drips, so this rhyme is post-mortem… A couple of your niggas tried to get me to join em. Make my blackness agreeable… But that’s a tall order. I’m a nigga. My music is loud, and my language ain’t spell-checked… I’m expected to self-edit my existence. Proofread my blackness, first draft, second draft… Truthfully, the fact is… my skin’s ink is permanent. Nah, there ain’t no subtle way to say this… But, being in black skin is war with a self deemed invisible. Internal bleeding’s typical… You don’t get no band-aids. Walk that shit off and bleed. Let it leak down beneath the concrete where our ancestors rest… VERSE 2 They tell me lighten up…. HA! That’s shit’s impossible. Look at my skin tone, nigga. It’s only getting darker, so to hell with your advice. Yo, I’m done being polite to these new black, twitter-famous, racism apologist house niggas. [Kiss my ass] Its blackness can absorb light. [Post that to tumblr, nigga] Awww, does that offend you? Go write a blog about it. Vent to facebook like a give a shit. Appease all of your white friends by denouncing other niggas like you ain’t one of us. Like your ivy league degree gives you the right shit on niggas content with a GED. Shame us for being poor, call us entitled and lazy. Never say this shit to any of our faces. You divide black people, then preach togetherness. Antagonize your own niggas, then reap the benefits. So nah, I’m not gonna lighten up, self-loathing bastard. In fact, all of the shit that you’ve been talking made me even blacker. Post that to tumblr, nigga. OUTRO X2 America's the soil. Hate is the seed. Corpses are the only things that grows from these trees. And, if my validation as a man is what you need, I'll stab myself repeatedly so you can watch me bleed.