Lyrics my.style - DJ Static, Negash Ali

my.style

Excuse my sincerity
Therapy for my sins I puke at celebrity
I spew ha hri hraf tuff from a arab beak
Hannibal, cannibal, arab spring, I’m complex like
Jared Kushner, in Hare Krishna
My diaries transport me like Ashton Kutcher
This is not the moment for the conscientious
I’m Jesse Owens, you nazi sprinters
I’m not beginner, you cop a filler
That here today gone tomorrow, that Copperfield
Condom filler, yuck, Sodom ninja
You gossip with trimmers, I’m Goddin' with zillas
No fathers no figures, so I flock with defendants
Brother with tropical jitters thats lost in the winter
Sitting like Gorbachov in the Kremlin
I really gotta destroy to rebuild shit
That’s how we do it, we get it done…
Muslims in a white man’s world
Got shame got game chasing light skinned girl
No striped pins, no heismans, and hyphens for hybrids
When my cousin dropped his ice pick joined ISIS
Sleepless night shifts, frequent eye drifts
Negros flight risk, whats in his unfine print
I’m in the inner city for the zeitgeist
Someone had the audacity to say that i’m not nice
I’m like MJ, i’ll find a motivator
Ok he didn’t say it?
Onto greater…
Let me go caterpillar to catamaran
I can’t wait for them to see me yachting on Pamela’s ass
Hammer in hands, imperial plans
Like Zionists in Palestinian lands
Next time the major call, keep the advance
Stay free of the man ya hurd
That’s how we do it, we get it done…