Trauma Mic

Attention, attention

Calling all motherfuckers who don't keep they word

Word, yeah

Say that, say that

Metal is my weapon

Credit all my blessings, yeah, yeah

I don't debate, make exceptions

So if you say, "Is this better?"

Put your chest on it, say that

Play back, say that

I ain't heard a word you said

All they say like debris in the lake, s'gone, s'gone

Dead pan in the crisper, dead rapper, no pin dropped

Day tripper, dead planet, no state, no worth

Fuck you know? What the fuck you know?

Neo-folk, trauma mic, echo chamber, deep fake

Fake deep, talking wound, say it to my face, nigga

It only matters when I'm needed, nothing else

Your magic grows weak with every lie you tell yourself

No slave, no world, no slave, no world

Who needs to think when your feet just go?

Who needs to think when your mouth just run?

I am the mud

Waiting for the flood that they said would never come

Highwater pants on the shoulders of my elders

I be knowin' better, but ain't done it yet

Some don't know no better and they won't

There's no healing in the light, White Jesus got jokes

Call me if you're close

All against all

My brother in Christ, there's no I in team

Never wore a fitted in my life, big head bustin' out the seams

Pressure bust pipes, lose your mind gettin' out our dreams

Brothers tryna rhyme

Told 'em it's a hundred niggas doing that right up the street

Hate to say it, love to see it (love to see it)

Brother dropped a project every month

Got the nerve to ask if I peeped it (you can't make this shit up, man)

Let me tell you a secret

Them niggas ain't dyin' for you

It's the other way around if you actually read it

Storefront preacher, bring 'em in out the cold

Hot lunch, folded chairs, couple space heaters

Any one of you bums could be Jesus

Fingers numb, tryna work the light

That white like Mother Theresa

Hype when I first laid eyes on Bathsheba

Bust down, middle part, big laugh, she still called grass 'cheeba'

Missionary 'cause I know God see us