More Better (fg. II) - AllttA, 20 SYL, Mr. J. Medeiros

Ain’t given a moment to relax

If given a moment I relapse

Ain’t gotta problem with hollering shalom when Solomon’s

All in the bottom of three texts

Gotta know how to follow the pretext

All on Apollo no Greek text

Got 'em throwing they bodies right off of the bridge

With the kids yelling momma now me next

Gonna build a tower

Now they gonna make us climb it

They gonna bill us for ever dull minute of blindness

Stating our ills are behind us

I’m from the States where we fill up with violence

I got a tank I’ma spill in your climate

We all afraid to evolve when our faith is involved

'Cause we’d hate to believe we we’re primates

But we still beating our chest daily

Got that freedom to go beat a man to death on TV

Got that eagle in the sky, 'cause the desert never lies

But it’s eye is too evil for the breast I see

Gotta hand on Janet’s damn it gonna make 'em panic

And it’s in a state where they incarcerate at a rate

You could state as manic

Now they share a border a culture and language

But still can’t relate to Hispanics

Now I ain’t talking 'bout all of 'em no sir and thank you

I say to a hate you can’t manage

Now I can escape with my manners

But I can’t escape what a man is

We made him an animal, showed him a cannon ball

You ain’t escaping the manor

Now could you relate to the Tanner’s?

Or could they have made them more tanner?

If you could relate then I’m sorry

I know that you’re probably hating my grammar

Generations, you still Caitlyn Jenner hatin'

You still painting saints against the walls

Through men enslaved had made them

You design it can’t define it why you blind without a light lit

You reliant on a science you can’t wait to blame on Satan

You put your hand up on the Bible

Then they put the Bible on us

Like a tyrant upon us, or a tyrannosaurus

Then they say it walked with man and how their science supports it

But it’s still the same old hand that’s made to lie and face the chorus

Hide the wine replace the cork 'cause

They say ain’t no time made for us

Why would I go raise a sword when I could write a mighty fortress?

And go ride into the story with a cape I made from wool

To fight that Tiger in the forest or should I say the Woods

You shine a light on who he’s banging, yes, the truth is in the goods

Tried to get Nike for the hanging, yes, like shoes in Inglewood

They said winning takes care of everything and it’s true and understood

'Cause they let it fall in Bangladesh the roof was made of wood

See how I used those three woods in a fairway?

(See how I used those three woods in a fairway?)

Thought I hit it good but I couldn’t get no airplay

(Thought I hit it good but I couldn’t get no airplay)

Lost my best balls tryna focus on the green

(Lost my best balls tryna focus on the green)

Couldn’t see I was headed toward a damn rake

(Couldn't see I was headed toward a damn rake)

Little humor, little better

Got a man so quick and clever

Gotta do stand up to get a hand up

Making a brand of this guilty pleasure

Gotta get a car alarm for my Lambo

Gotta get rid of this filthy sweater

I need all the awards you can hand over

Marlon Brando and Littlefeather

Now look back at that award show, no grin, fast pace

To when that crook Mack took four of those

All wins and a happy face

Got a shook after they forced the vote

To put that pimp back in that last place

And he stood there acting like it’s yours yo

But the shit’s still sittin' in his glass case

Now who am I to judge?

I ain’t a humble man

I ain’t a beast neither, more like a gun in hand

Call it a peace keeper, I ain’t tryna snub a man

'Cause six shots ain’t enough mother fucker