Ballad Of The Brutes (feat. Cla'ence Jo)

Doomed, as races infinitely nobler have been before them, to a rapid and inevitable extinction

Never have they produced one single man whose name is of the slightest importance to the history of our race

History starts when man starts to write

Hold on, know yourself, know your worth, ****

You in the game, but you don't know the score. Call the shots, black entrepreneur

Scared to take chances, out there beggin' advances. Holdin' nuts, beggin' for answers, like beggin' for cancers

Click your heel, take me to Kansas. Pray to God nobody answers, shit deep like Atlantis

This is Pek Kwar, tiger style, and prayin' mantis. I'm blacker than Black Panthers

I'm Bobby Seale, covered in soot, I'm Black Santa. Plus, I'm fuckin' it up, Moussa Mansa

Four hundred billion bucks, that shit backwards, I ain't givin' a fuck, but that's the answer

Errol Eats Everything, what? That's my mantra. And I be twistin' it up, she call it tantra

She want it rougher than that, give me the handcuffs. This that, toxic masculinity, man stuff

I make a crippled man stand up. Black Jesus with a snug nose, hands up

Hold on, know yourself, know your worth, ****

Yeah, plus know your weight. I'm 2,000 LBS's straight out the gate

And school students on these lessons a pound a day. I'm heavy, heavy, boy, these levees about to break

And flood everything within six feet. (???) Inner lemonhead, you think shit sweet (crack)

What color under the deep sea? (Black) My energy be long dong, big beef (facts)

Yo, Terminator, like the valley of jeep beats is back. Feed you can't believe you really eat

This crap. 36 times 10, 120 times 3. The iliad of a bus ridin' UNLV

Cuz you in LV, what could you tell me? The bars is crazy, the thought sick, the pen healthy.

Work the block, culture shock, what the intel be? got the pockets, plus the zen wealthy. Shit, you been felt me.

Hold on, know yourself, know your worth, ****