| Little H.R. in a Minor Threat
|
| With a bad brain, and wants everything
|
| Georgetown Punk, forget what you are
|
| I’m a black cat shreddin' in a U-Haul
|
| Used to be scared of death, I was scared to death
|
| Of being just kept just 'cuz I wore pair of checks
|
| Now I’m makin' real moves 'cuz we started young
|
| Going to rap battles — with guitars and drums
|
| Homie I am from where you need to be
|
| Human rights are sung from the Green in me
|
| I’m a top-notch art kid with rock chops
|
| Yeezy ain’t really put me on to no Basquiats
|
| Oh, oh, hooligans coming
|
| Rude boy lootin' in London
|
| Ain’t no one fucking with me
|
| Ain’t no one fucking with me
|
| Black Meadows, I’m a brother still
|
| Got no rims upon my color wheel
|
| Covered in Green, just like Congo
|
| You can’t just find me anywhere, Hattori Hanzo
|
| I make rock music, yeah even through
|
| My skin black, real black — Eddie Winslow
|
| Since Nintendo I’ve been spittin' flows
|
| Headbangin' to Nirvana, now I’m rippin' clothes
|
| Not a hippie, no, I’m a District heathen
|
| I can relate to Cali niggas and the Brooklyn vegans
|
| You be so wrong, I mess you with another
|
| Listen to one song, and think you know a color
|
| O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh |