Breath, Eyes, Memory

[Intro]

See when we talking about art

There's the European ideal of art

And there's the African ideal of art

The European ideal of art is like art for art's sake

You look at a painting on a wall

The African ideal art is practical, it's intentional, it's necessary

[Verse]

Three cheers for your patience this was years in the making

I stripped the beard naked dodged the fears and the hatred

Let me peel back the layers, you only hear for the greatness

I ain't here to be your savior, you should save them tears for later

Now lets be clear, I wasn't supposed to be here

I'm from the future like DeLorean, but ancient as Gregorian calendars

With the leap years, rappers fishier than seafare

Sensitive as bee here, move along nothing to see here

These pop actions going flat like a can of soda

It's a fact I keep it black while they white-washing like Sammy Sosa

The white supremacist's nemesis I'll be standing over

The corpses of all the corporate bosses cuz they can't control us

They yelling Jaguar right I'm like, I prefer the Land Rover

Plus that cougar wrong and a man know it

They bootlicking for master pushing his plan forward

Welp this man is over lets hand him over to cancel culture

[Chorus]

This is my therapy

I'm very much alive

I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me

A threat to my enemies

They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory

This is my therapy

I'm very much alive

I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me

A threat to my enemies

They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory

[Verse]

Please

The words of liars never worry me

Facts over hype I'm always fighting the hyperbole

My flow impossible, you fake as the burgers be

It's a state of emergency, the state wanna murder me

Laid back with a sense of urgency

If I lent you subcultural currency that's a courtesy

You deus ex machina, I rewire the circuitry

Brooklyn rappers known to steal the show, the flow is burglary

They want my spot so bad that it hurts

Too late I was here first you never put in the work

Plus I'm better than you at life and get better with every verse

You just as forever cursed cuz y'all fake as a pleather purse

Red alert, foundational to the native tongues

This is a song of defiance, yup that's a quote from native son

I get busy on native drums, she a fine young cannibal

America's so hungry that she ate her young

[Chorus]

This is my therapy

I'm very much alive

I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me

A threat to my enemies

They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory

This is my therapy

I'm very much alive

I'm searching for the truth so the liars try to bury me

A threat to my enemies

They after my Breath, Eyes, Memory