Weight On My Bars, Pt. 6

You dey say what? I observe that people are being Encouraged to pluck out one aspect of themselves And present it as the meaningful whole Eclipsing or denying the other parts of themselves Uh huh, well like, what is the solution though? Well, I think, you either give them everything Or you give them nothing at all For the unadvised and ill informed among you I'm the Nigerian Kenny of Kung Fu My syllables spin kick And hit like a swung hoof Got love for the old heads And I humble the young dudes Damn I got plenty of brawn too Still puttin' weight on my bars Creatin' these strong tunes Doin' internet classes on how to perform grooves Guess I'm increasing my scope by doin' these long zooms No pawn moves Got Harry's style, no one direction They mean mug cos I'm versatile, got every blessin' I've never worked a day of my life in a supermarket But I've cleaned up in every aisle and every section But it's clear that I am still growin' Until I'm phantom in life's opera, I'm still goin' That's arrogance Like crashin a few 737 jets But sayin' that it's cool man, we still Boeing Flow will expose critics G.O.A.T rhythms spoke with emotion and soul in it Shows that I don't mimic Shows that if dope was an ocean I'm soaked like the dolphin that roams in it Some try to steal the culture and roll with it Give each other trophies for poachin' it Try to tell us Hip hop is democratized Then why is it that we don't get a vote in it? Sayin' that I'm bitter, I should go back to my continent Soundin' kinda like the folks who don't use many condiments They malign that we melanated and confident And constantly demonstrate that we dominant When it come to genre I'm definitely not monogamous I'm used to rockin' with partners lookin' gothic and demonic-ish Playin' all that stuff that make you wonder where the monster is Throwin' round my knuckles where the mosh pit is So when I hear that "West Coast for Life" I'm thinkin' Lionheart and The Ghost Inside I bump Counterparts, Converge, Confide Norma Jean, Prom Queen, Every time I Die They say woah, that's kinda bold for a Black dude Actin' like rock 'n' roll didn't come from Black tunes Used to get mad, couldn't get past to past wounds Now I'm mellow like the yellow painted on the Backrooms Why? 'Cos I know myself I learned to fly 'cos I never pigeon holed myself Make any music that I like 'cos I control myself I bought a house up in the heights, now I control my wealth No sympathy for foes, go console yo selves Only accept the critique from the people who want you to win Other opinions belong in the bin If you feel that in your bones, you'll be confident in yo skin If you keep on steady movin' ain't no one can box you in Q