A Nawfside Classical

The tragic ending

Dat Boi Vic

The classic penman

Esteemed writer

Ain't a nigga nicer

In ya cipher

Got bars like a 25 to lifer

Stuck on Riker

The illest pen

If Shakespeare could spit

And had black skin

The rebirth again

Renaissance era

The moors was in

1492

They exiled the hue

But left a few

Ancient artifacts

With skin painted black

To say it's true

(Muthafucka)

Can't put me in a box

I stand out like Basquiats

Murals on the blocks of the opps

That we than dropped

And the crazy thing is

One man's enemy

Is a hero

While niggas cried tears

And poured beers

Some niggas cheered tho

In celebration

Miseducation

They say we lost

Controlling your thoughts

Even the project is just a loft

To a third world native

That bathed

Inside a lake

The universe is mental

Poverty's a mind state

Some habits I had to break

Like shackles

Was dead weight

Holding me down

You gotta go through just to relate

My nigga keep living

Young niggas thinking this shit is different

But we did the same shit in 06'

It's a revision

Like when Marlo

Came back to the block inside a suit

The young boys

Ain't know who he was

Cuz Dawg the truth

Is ain't no love here

The killers and dealers

Just disappear

Buried in designer gear

Or locked up on a prison tier

In a couple years

The hood that took lives

And niggas died

To represent their side

Will be a ghost town

Gentrified!

Illest illustrator

Audio films written on paper

Illest illustrator

Audio films written on paper

(Applause)