[Verse: Frank Knight] America, America my block where they tear you up Also known as Babylon where things ain’t fair enough I’m where the hurting lies where we hurt with lies We wish to reverse the hearse and reverse the cries This for every ghetto superstar more dirty than Pras Seeking a fly dime like Mya as they prize If you a rider down to ride don't go ghost come ride Corrupted by these grams so in a instant we go live We documented on camera all the plans we got And the main plan is the plan to never get got A lot talk the dream but ain’t really stove top hot Who place baking soda in saw gold came out the pot And like Fort Knox our gold put us in green like a leprechaun Animals on my team they leopards with weapons on Smooth no stopping them they sick like leprosy And the only way you spotting them is when it’s death you see The darkness in the light we down to catch reck The silhouette, who sell you wet for a fresh check But it’s all off the books like Kanye knowledge History taught us move as strong as a Pompeii conquest Take over with a tongue as cunning a chick who a freak Give em extraordinary unordinary fantasies Don’t sell regular dreams give that MLK speech Something to give chills to the next century But still keep it discrete this ain't sesame street … Over here G's don't speak They move big birds, teach kid workers be right with the count Or else you goin’ be canned for the green like Oscar The Grouch Many say they g's but they don't know what they mean Until you show them they weak and ain’t Idi Amin But bon-voyage time to fall from your own mirage Thought you was a hard guy then pigs got you hogtied Realized too late you ain't meant for hard time Showed your colors dropped your flag you ain’t squad ride Went from squad car into P.C. like hard-drives Dropped names from A to Z, guess it ain’t doe or die And the deal you got was weak and that’s on God Should of stayed in school and got a full time job

[Hook: Frank Knight] Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas from the stupid plan Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas [Verse 1: Frank Knight] You already snow Ramsey these misfit dogs wilding You done seen it first hand baby in Coney Island We script this pain to a T from the boat to the Lonely Island We ain’t a joke like European voyagers you know we violent From our genetic code mix from those who pillaged our folk Internally we fight the same rapist who raped our folk We at war with ourselves, cause we at war with our self See our spirit know something, but without knowledge of self We stay blinded, we undermine it and be undermined Sold by other Africans rocking they blood in custom diamonds … it’s kind of deep when you think about it But we don’t want to talk or let alone think about it We apart of them sick people taking the enemy prescription We the one’s who so spiritual but still tryna know religion We hold true rich history but the lies of this broke history Singing to the sky wondering why we a mystery [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas from the stupid plan (3x) Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas [Verse 2: Frank Knight] You know why we thugging cousin cause we still bugging Like when plantations owners made us watch when they was bucking Like our ancestors who watched, where we at we feel stuck in It suck when some are so broken to sick folk they cucking It’s like we fight to keep our masculinity while they tucking For the record this ain’t jiving but they still want us shucking A strong black man who for the family they don’t want it They fear it that’s why they always conspiring something To you instagram snapchat money by the ear niggas What message do dead white faces make you hear delivered Of course when lost in the source it feel good to floss But how you do it separates you from a worker or a boss That training exercise video from 1954 On how they marketed to niggas when they walked into the store Was kind of crazy and like break beats it’ll throw you in a loop What’s more crazy how they from us but we die to be in they loop [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas from the stupid plan (3x) Black Superman, Black Superman Please save these young niggas

[Hook: Frank Knight] [Verse 1: Frank Knight] Dear dear if they dare test my tier they’ll tears be loud As screams from a mothers that's heart ripped and beat out Knowing that the very one that she crying spazzing bout Been chewed and consumed claimed by the dragon mouth Sumeria punishment this what I and they know Revenge circles my mind it's always been my halo Feel the burden of the Halo burning while the flame hold Our life like a wife it reign with pain like a Pave low Dealing with the omen need atonement in this moment Of the overdosing foaming fallen victims of the potent Making dome shifts this how they demonstrate fear Ya brain hemispheres switch and sit in different chairs The left, left in the right and the right, right in the left They stomping out your lungs it's no fighting for breath When you fly and step F you ain't getting fresh to death Do the math properly you only getting fresh for death [Hook: Frank Knight] Heard you want to ride on the dark side, Well come on and ride on the dark side, Here where the hardest of the hard lies And they smell fear so don’t tell no heart lies (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] This for the hard-core young goons, the ghetto sun tzu's Who call guns tools, who come from bum schools With hard gum rules the kind that don't stick Like bad relationships, where only relations was meant But they stuck in a cancerous situation looking sick Steady stay in the mix, with substances getting bent Like a bloody link connected to the missile crisis And all the life sacrifices in the lie of Isis It's our sad horrific chain of events, that always happen Making young lives dense, and always built for scrapping Before they came at the red man it was time for some action Caucus poisonous ways is why we bugged trapping We grew up hyper as Desiigner knowing that we might fall We never giving it up in life, we trying to make a right wrong Hustlers to the core... who never take a night off We burning angels while your core Cinemax porn… soft [Hook: Frank Knight] Heard you want to ride on the dark side, Well come on and ride on the dark side, Here where the hardest of the hard lies And they smell fear so don’t tell no heart lies (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] This a New York summer, heatwaves at all time high Trying to look fly for every single damn dime ma Sweating with no hot ride, trains I ride four five I got two sixty five ten short of seven five And I’m trying to get a butter roll with juice on the side So I’m waiting by the turnstile to do the hop slide Switching cart to cart incase cops trying to stop Moving through the train till I find a nice spot Turn my hat to the front as I squeeze in the seat Then put my head down and pretend that I’m sleep Till I accidentally knock from that AC breeze Got the boot and no check like fake ACG’s So it’s B6 Flatbush, sliding through the rear I’m talking about the junction couple blocks from the veer My summer might suck rocking last year’s gear And my mama goin’ spas just barking in my ear Re-quoting every bible quote she ever spoke to me Like if a man don’t work, then a man don’t eat I’m like I know I ma I’m sorry I get it, I get it She like F sorry, show me you get it and get it Doing online resumes and my side hustles Sweating through escapades to survive my struggle The projects hot with mad conviction and convection So while it’s heat rays and heat raise I search cool direction [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] This my New York summer It be hot as hell, it be hot as hell (8x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] While the streets leveled up and went in they bag this summer I tried to be level headed and not get bagged this summer Lord knows my emotions kept me going through the motions Searching for potent potions to calm to my soul’s oceans It made my summer hotter than ghost rider in a Mazda Dipped in molten lava with the drip of dragon saliva I know Jah listen while I’m on the job mission Trying to find love inside these broken dime women Rose said shouldn’t couldn’t ever fully love me Cause she was trying to do right by her best friend who her hubby So we sexed only once when I got off tour Through the magnum in the trash and I left through the door Couple days later got a text that dropped my jaw She felt hurt cause he don’t deserve this at all I doubt she told him at all, cause it would hurt even more Knowing it was me and that he hate me to the core Like how could you do this to me knowing he the enemy Cause he ain’t know you when you was hurt and needed my energy So I don’t even blame you, if you keep it a secret Drama over pussy that ain’t mine I don’t even need it And we both know your heart wasn’t wicked when we did it Probably could of been more, if life was a little different My great summer love, but now our summer has ended We now fell into the fall, time for new beginnings [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] This my New York summer It be hot as hell, it be hot as hell (8x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] As I walk through life kind of short with no shorts New York humidity got me regretting not wearing shorts While the cold subway carts make me feel I need a jacket on But the hot ass station make me feel like I got a jacket on With a extra jacket on with a north face coat Just to move through failed hustlers who snort they coke In the Bronx, L.E.S. and Bushwick Was usually the rest haven of my Spanish chicks Everywhere else in the borough was black chicks But had a white model in the X I used to ravish Nowadays I’m trying to chill from being such a savage So if it ain’t snapchat won’t see me like a catfish This the time of year where it’s dope to be in Staten So ride the ferry at night catch the breeze out Manhattan While I sit back watching cross overs on the court Embracing the fall and everything the summer has taught [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] This my New York summer It be hot as hell, it be hot as hell (8x) [Bridge: Frank Knight] New York, New York big city of dreams New York, New York big city of dreams New York, New York New York New York [Excerpt By: Arbed] New York summers smell like Yerrrr Sound like swishes from sundress switches Hormones rising higher than the temperature Cat calls Escaping dog lips Icees and quarter waters, juicin’ Too many people on the block with no one movin City pool dips with morning and afternoon sessions Music blasting out of car windows Bass thumping New York summers be like I just met this cute guy Or like I just met this dope shorty Scamming at family cookouts Some of our drunkest nights Turning the city lights into a Jackson Pollock original New York summers make me feel like I could be your Tina You be my Mookie Dedicating songs on the radio to ya Cooling off with my head in the freezer Ice cubes pressed upon skin tryna find the balance between not getting into trouble and just getting into enough

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I'm sitting right here chilling next to my regime Shorty tight rear quite rare to some she deemed queen We tend to speak things that show we only lust the dream Her body hypnotize minds she something like the lean Now if I wasn't taught by O.G.’s or seen things I seen I would be a monster to her thing a fiend who feen But I made it more business and just a little fling Teach the right chick to make money she loyal to the team I told her from the jump she got the ambition we need And when applied correctly we’ll be led to the money tree Praying to split the cheese like cutters in the deli Many wanna love her while I rather put it in her belly Too many times I seen greed make the crew be slick Those you thought had firm feet could truly flip So I move like she plotting like a movie script And stay as cunning as words of a groovy pimp [Hook: Frank Knight] I met a bad dime who the dopest Her whole style and wave be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] On my toes I be slick as my dick in her wet pussy Gucci allure with juicy couture and fresh Stussy Oh her name Nina the Spanish dime who the dopest Ti-Ti Nina you would see Nina would hold this Seductive with her siren motions, her pussy potion Her pussy potent shit it done fucked with many emotions Causing commotions in feelings, only few can control it So I take it in doses like a friend who meant for stroking We loving from a distance no dealing with the friction Of attachments that fully happen that can cause affliction The temptation of her cherry gets the ordinary buried Sweet taste like blueberry and it smell like Burberry Never worried, if she was Ayesha to my Curry She get it in a hurry wave master without Murray Style like water with the Bruce Lee aura She was raised by her brothers to son many as a daughter [Hook: Frank Knight] I met a bad dime who the dopest Her whole style and wave be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest (2x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] Through the years we got distant, and her vibe I miss it From each other we got lifted, but our path was different It was always like this, we knew this was seasonal loving Hustled with each other’s goals in mind, and got what we wanted Parted ways like Moses staff had ended our contract Looked in each other’s eyes lied and said we’ll be in contact But we knew the truth when our eyes made contact Us being together was a thought we always combat Her driven ambition to get it is what got me smitten It wasn’t really that intricate on why we got intimate Found comfort in my genuineness in wanting her to get it Now she never told me but she showed me every time we did it Cause unlike many I didn’t look over the gift she was given Gave her the pride of opening a store and cutting the ribbon At times she was Jordan and I assisted as Pippin And best believe wherever she at in life she winning [Hook: Frank Knight] I met a bad dime who the dopest Her whole style and wave be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest Hair’s done, nails did, shorty be the dopest (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] America move with villains who making killings War is the business that’s why they making killings The president a puppet they ain’t really willing Destroying black family homes they ain’t saving children I’m making your death jam from the reaper gun I Russel Showing you side step side hustle with mind muscle Fuck a roley light show that be lighter than Michael What’s the point of a phat watch if your pockets going through Lypo If your FICO ain’t right yo your ownership with them white folk Don’t be Red Fox make them rich, be famous and die broke Jesus and Buddha was black how cool is that? Jesus and Buddha was black how true is that? Maybe enough to make the racist want to remove the facts But it’s no pictures how you goin’ prove they black In the age of adobe products when does the truth premiere In the final cut, no matter what apple Eve the lie is there [Hook: Frank Knight] Homicide, homicide, homicide the truth Homicide, homicide, homicide the truth They tryna homicide, homicide, homicide the truth And if you tell the truth they tryna homicide you (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] Can you imagine lacking imagination to grab greatness In a room full of faces stating you goin' be the greatest But you peep them on the side sly cutting eyes faking They preying on you breaking praying that you never make it They hope you shaking naked with no places of oasis So pardon me if part me disbelieve genuine praises My life day to day basis been constantly facing Satan's Who denying what grace is, this economy is graceless I see the real racist, got my people still racing My nephew want to do it all, but asthma got him pacing Like chill little homie, chill little homie You goin' have to take your time it's real little homie It's hard, they trying to bury me with bills all on me They Arbitron stalking son, they Neil all on me Rest in peace to Brix man they killed my homie I see it in his mom eyes she feel all lonely [Verse 2: Frank Knight] I feel the serpents working doing dirt till I feel hurting So I rap my pain and package inside of verses My younger cousin going through pain that's so real He hugging a uncle we never got to touch or feel Know it feel surreal he in shock feel eel Victims of the same hell brothers by a jail cell Prison ain't a place for any man woman or thing I pray you find peace, and be free to some minor degree Lupe know it's chilly in there like minus degrees Ain't no love especially when they just buying police God forbid they test you now somewhere near to rescue They fight fend protect you, take your pain like a vest do You see they got your back so you got they back too Y'all keep that bond permanent forever it be tattooed Pardon me my G, rapping like them shoes you keep Clothed over my feet, I just pray ya'll soon free [Verse 3: Frank Knight] Does money really matter is worth life matter When them killers kidnap ya and they kill you right after No answers on the ransom notes when hammers are blown Family members learn and know when cries answer the phone Well I'm guessing in that circumstance it's deeper than money But I wonder did that circumstance stem from money See money ain't everything, but most circle around it A ghetto lie that make the broke think they well grounded The urban myth that keep the urban kids all grounded For the worst this greed curse got us bounded Bounties on our head they want us leaking like a fountain Now I'm far from astounded still I'm heading up the mountain This world I will mount it I suggest you roll be To this satanic industry you won't control me If you don't know me don't judge me, like you know me homie But if you know me, you should know me not to judge me homie

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] What happen to the rap game is really a shame everybody front like they illy and bang Attention whores, crap fame, silly and lame they industry snakes with a reptilian gang Clout chasers never been the willy with the reign I beat em till they purple get Ceily with the pain I’m hot dog but I’m chilly with the aim when I scope your mouth wash it guilly your brain Take ya top off drop it if you pop shit and the message of love you not with This world had been done got sick from nonsense but it’s more to life than the concept To see what you can gain when you rap it became a flip like the game of the trap Making sure we remain in a trap but they might go insane with the fact That the black man gotta do what the black man can do stay lit like a candle With a black queen thick as bamboo down to catch a lick when it’s on the paper like bamboo Cause I gotta put the money in the pocket of the people just so way we got another away to block up off all the evil Man I hate seeing drug fiend families who in love with deep taste of the rock or the needle And no perks for jerks if they acts and words don’t put in the work for the work of Kool Herc Cause then I see you as a systematic plan to destroy the black man and hurt our worth I’m black Rambo to the uncle Tom Sambo who happen to serve Saxon and rep Anglo While I stand code blam foes with the Bruce Leeroy hand glow [Hook: Redddaz, Frank Knight, & Rediculus] Original bad man style Original bad man style Original bad man style Don’t you act rude boy you know I’m still a rudebwoy (2x) [Bridge: Frank Knight] Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down [Verse 2: Frank Knight] I'm the man of this shit like I ran through the strips put a gun in your mouth and expanded yo lips Put my man on your chips take the band off your wrist my hand on your chick she a fan of the cliques Got a couple homies in this rap group, fuck around the beat makers might clap you Keep calm better learn how to act fool, go nuts be casualty after cashew You’ll be living on the run like a hoe on the track, pray to God that we never ever catch you Still we do what we have to mash you, treat you like dope in poverty we trap you I loss friends, who I knew in the very beginning, funny how's ends had became the ending But fuck that baby I just keep on living cause Jordan still Jordan without Pippin Still tend to do my thug thizzle ain’t trying to move from where the slugs drizzle I’m trying to make a change so they don’t hit you, and solve every damn mother fucking drug issue Told you in the first verse how the drug shit hurts, this os more deep than church with both foot in Talking ‘bout the work we got put in, cause you know faith without work get you nothing I use the power Yahweh allowed us to push mountains boundless and countless hours The riches surrounding round us, ain’t yours, don’t be counting ours This for the people who go through it, got to spirit bomb the hate and Goku it Take all the energy don’t roll through it, let your inner g make your soul do it [Hook: Redddaz, Frank Knight, & Rediculus] Original bad man style Original bad man style Original bad man style Don’t you act rude boy you know I’m still a rudebwoy (2x) [Bridge: Frank Knight] Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down [Verse 3: Redddaz] Well dat one dedicate all original bad man, bad gal mc dem. Weh come fi mitigate all di digital carbon copy weh pretend Watch them assimilate wit the fictional And guan like dem ah di baddest men But the whole ah dem ah bait, mi nuh business Cause dem can’t fuck wit the pen Yo wah do unnu man? Me nah know what dem ah try Then chat bout them ah di truth But ah just one bag ah lie When dem get inna di booth Bout inna di car And inna di gal A movie to wha A shoo by do buah Scoobity do buois Mi seh, unnu really need fi stop and fuck off Wait as a mattafact see dat cliff deh, guan go to the edge, chuck off Go tell di ground, Konnichiwa Lava deyah pon di riddim wit a heater Right off ah di block where niggas blast the heaters Nigga you could die over a bag of cheeba and it Annuh nothin either So it go inna di meaner, side of town weh cold like liquid nitrogen I take it and I turned it to a homicidal, flow dem could a never see no John Cena but a fi di vanentine Lyrical LSD when a Knizza come thru wit di Redddafyah When we come thru, Haffi lock down di place and make them pussy-hole artist fi retire Brooklyn 718, do it for the bad man and bad gal straight We nuh really care how di whole ah dem a hate Cause yuh dun know seh di whole ah we great, come now [Hook: Redddaz, Frank Knight, & Rediculus] Original bad man style Original bad man style Original bad man style Don’t you act rude boy you know I’m still a rudebwoy (2x) [Bridge: Frank Knight] Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down Brooklyn in the house and we always hold it down

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] Nigger you a loathe filled bitch you actress hating If I see you later alligator, making allegations Face it fucker I'm punch your mother fucking face in That's my best punchline for this fucking situation I'm a quarter ounce of dope dog why fuck with me It's not like you gone make money off of me I seen your off beat hustle moving like a blind fool While I maintain a reign longer than a monsoon I off the team stole the gleam, later cuffed the cream I keep it as real as a lifers time in the bing I'm talking harsh places like sing sing and Rikers Where Jus almost got caught for shit he had prior My nigga made it out being real fuck a wire We got that young aggression fueling the fire But still we keep more heart than a werewolf freezer Going in cause we doubt we’ll live to be a fucking geezer [Hook: Frank Knight] Pain That kind that you trace all the way to slave days Where most light babies was made from the rape The red line tape that came from crooked banks Where pigs get away murder every single day Pain…Hate ~8x~ [Verse 2: Frank Knight] If you debating on the greatest M.C. then word to me Your debate should only consist of those in the fraternity Cause we solve shit over here resolve shit over here, Your earth a see her sun revolved shit over here This the God flow, getting homeless families off of cardboard With heart hope and rises like a suicide car door My start raw like most early phases of child birth I’m alien Egyptian energy on this wild earth The missing truth you seek in the hues of your hidden colors Showing that we relate no matter distant gutters Giving clarity to sickest stutters that sit and utter While all truth my arch angelic lips uncover Straight from the flossy ‘Narsie of scam status With a unique style for the grand apparatus Where we popping blowing up showing Jabroni’s how to rock it Unraveling schemes out the pocket we know what got Pac hit [Hook: Frank Knight] Pain That kind that you trace all the way to slave days Where most light babies was made from the rape The red line tape that came from crooked banks Where pigs get away murder every single day Pain…Hate ~8x~

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] My grind mode trying to blow like dro smoke been up and down so yo yo Don’t go dolo they low low in the lo lo with clips full load Like the face of a porno hoe, they’ll pour your soul, when they let fo’fo’s go Bro some hitter’s so cold with dos fo' fo's right at ya front do’s or by your windows like Dos No doze from dos when dosed with those go ghost at most Yo coast to coast I toast and roast with notes from the wisest souls and dopest quotes You don’ know about the turmoil, where they burn bridges, turn bitch and never turn loyal Ghetto math don’t matter if you ever learned foil, why? Bullets subtract and burn all you Streets hot with sin like the kitchen where work boil, shiest bitches fuck men who turned on you Haters a flame throw your baby pour the urn on you, talking sick fucks who wanna take turns on you Come drive through the ghetto in stick shift, where they ain’t hesitant to stick chicks And them little kids love slit wrist of them other little kids who spit shit Dead raped pregnant women made mules to move the drugs in the back of trucks They cut stomachs up while undeveloped un-borns fall out with heroin and guts Freight C-Sections in the intersection they pull out hard, pushwhite erection This life in Housing the eighth section, where fates ain’t destined to make heaven [Hook: Frank Knight] On the spaceship We getting high, high We getting by, by You and I, I (4x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] From ghetto streets where metal speaks living on the edge of this widow's peak Heaven we seek in every heartbeat beat, need to get free like Kunta Kent feet Trying to leave cold nights, bringing chills in my life, a lot of cold shoulders but never no ice Got me hot headed like my dome filled with spice till the point where I can't control my vice So I get wrong, live wrong, get pissed off sin more bend laws, still pissed cause Being more wrong never made me alright it damn sure never made me more right When bliss goes hate come down to play some take faith pray to Mary Jane Like Mary Jane I need a merry day, take my brain so far away To a great plane where we all sane and everyone equal and love the same Come and numb our pain like dope in the vein I say this gracious not in vain Make it disappear like David Blane, I'm out matched like Bruce facing Bane Really though baby, I'm bound and chain, like Silas on Weeds I'm starting to strain [Hook: Frank Knight] On the spaceship We getting high, high We getting by, by You and I, I (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I don’t need no leather suits just to prove I got revenue I am out here making better moves all you devils is set to lose I done came up off heaven rules, Rakim style I drop seven jewels Look at me I’m incredible at everything and being credible I hate you all of sucker dudes, all you do is suck on dudes And don’t pay no fucking dues, in this game you’re a bunch of noobs Who never ever ever get fucked with lube you get brutally butt fucked Dripping blood and butt stuff, you’re a soul selling come up and cum slut They been cumming in you the dark let the truth come to the light nah y’all ain’t switch hitters Your the worst kind of sick niggers, side switchers, this is really why I never could vibe witcha I’m Louie and you Jaden, I put you on front street and let you know the issue when I address you as a bitch nigga Bitch nigga just keep your skirt on ‘fore you get kilt damn you a bitch nigga I don’t know what’s witcha hope bus just hit ya, how you dead em then fuck with them What the fuck is that, you a necrophiliac, look I ain’t feeling that, y’all new niggas something different Envy and hate in your lying eyes I'm the one that they all tend to lionize Look the Knight king with the cold lion eyes divine is how I’m ionized This is cosmic energy the pious entity I’m a gentleman, but got pimping in me Hate to tell you that’s why your girl aborted your seed to increase her chances of getting with me I ain’t here to boast buster but lets keep that on the low like a toast clutch’er and strong holder Of the bread while keeping the toast closer staying well hidden with the mack like a porn folder My words are ill unveil the the seal, and learn why these dark words exist in this abyss Of deep mental-ness where learn in this the one who kill and finishes our innocence in this sense Is us we our nemesis since we been conned and sold since the genesis So my attempt in this is be the Brooklyn sun who bring light to the green like photosynthesis I need a super girl cause when I script this pain to T all I do is win and I’m with the shits I snap talking struggle this why the public give assistance cause the whole hood goin eat off the benefits

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] For all those in question my style been popping Since twenty twos was packed in a G mami stocking My name painted with stripes like a peppermint Got love for black and white girl are you heaven sent You might as well be I feel a fallen angel presence Pray it ain't you and no demon in your essence Your physical shine with no light, I love ya ray Your scorching body hot, like flames on judgement day Look at me speaking like the end in past tense And we done seen the most tragic could it had happened And these days destinations are the tribulations That’s spoke in revelations when the earth ruled by Satans I doubt it cause I heard it's more worst than this But my people hurt saying none worse than this The years went quick but I'm scared no forgetting it These are the remnants my flesh where I reminisce Pardon me wait dammit excuse my whole tangent Hope this moment ain’t damaged hope you could understand it Cause that deeper deepness in you, girl I could see it in you Which made my mind four year froggy to start leaping in you [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] Shorty bad, shorty bad, Give it up for shorty and her G mami swag (4x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] Your mind soul and body current moves in a greater form Your electric magnetic vibe is a state of ohm/om Your spirit is elevated it wasn’t meant to stay the norm Hope your temple stay protected better than a gated home The frequency of your hertz once knew frequent hurt Baby you richer than soil from uncolonized African dirt Cause you natural down to earth, knowing that you the earth A mother of possibilities with the priceless worth You smart enough to not get in lost in boys who only play And I pray you never share the same faith as Renee Cause I'll go ballistic, leaving ballistics for forensics Your no pulse a make my impulse wild with quickness Got to keep you by my side, I don’t want to risk this Aw damn girl in simple terms you the lit’est And all them girls who think they more lit they just liter You humble every kitty you the lioness of Knizza [Hook: Frank Knight + Nathalie Noboa] Shorty bad, shorty bad, Give it up for shorty and her G mami swag (4x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] Vultures of all cultures, colder than nova scotia Gripping up on toasters, aim at us like poachers Can us like Folger's, for not being damn dojers And as a sin indulger not being trumped by the POTUS Whip range rovers from Brooklyn to both Dakotas I never been a cobra or puppet like grover Never roll over rather be a foul oder I got a stone will it's the statue of Balboa This is such a rocky road and my path narrow In the cold spitting songs, sing a ghetto carol Where your life caught the itis, when you fed a barrel My style is the brightest I am Mitus as a Pharaoh I do this for the child who loss in they shadow Dying in the dark like the secret war battle Feeling like cattle trying get up out the blackness Like Ruckus with his skin, this is all madness [Hook: Frank Knight] You don’t really know us shorty, we too live You don’t really know us shorty, we too live You don’t really know us shorty, we too live I be smooth Billie D. with the Colt .45 (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] So you a killer riding for the scrilla down for the thriller You a wig peeler bullet chest filler, blood spiller Claiming none realer, triller, you a walking Godzilla Colder than a cool winter pimp smack in chin chiller Is your heater caliente ese let me check your resume All about what you do today and not yesterday Screw your memories of what you did to prior enemies Ghetto Alzheimer's give the streets forgetful tendencies Marlo on the wire, was reminded he could bleed In time, your don deeds are undermined by young greed Go ahead talk reckless, catching reck they finesse this Ego and lack of humility, what start a death wish Many lively left breathless on this road to get rich Claiming trill lying to they fam they a snitch Ratting tarnishing codes, abominable souls I'm bias to biters biting start finding new flows [Hook: Frank Knight] You don’t really know us shorty, we too live You don’t really know us shorty, we too live You don’t really know us shorty, we too live I be smooth Billie D. with the Colt 45 (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I been running through the states, quickly speeding up my pace Trying to find a way to heaven gates, dodging tres seis Who kept drama placed in the face like mace sprays It's first degree hate like being burnt for your race Now step far from the gate of project apartments Where you first greeted by a welcome mat of mad hardships We live the ghetto novel, the novelist never write about Where them pistols with them hollows known for a life drought No we ain't living well, I know you heard the story We stay right near hell, we souls in purgatory They out gripping loud toys making mad noise Young and old bad boys running ducking bad boys Never subtle with they moves they style un-poised Box him with the metal learned they steez from Altoids Believing materials filling spiritual wild voids Seeking dames with skin that's light as a child's voice [Hook: Frank Knight] Tell me did you know The world is cold Your worth more than gold Tell me did you know (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] You see self hate degrade and how the evil men made Psychological ways to hate the darker skin shade You know what that is, them Klansman tactics Generational hatred these plans fam practiced Evolved in a world with no method to the madness Where a gun bullet's chatter splatters most brain matters Living locked in a land with devilish species Seeking cain and glory by any hellish mean deeds Screw the soft talk I'm cut throat this lung surgery Most certainly I speak death with no courtesy Kind of like the pre slaves who died right at sea Who missed the white American dream, obviously While the other colored folks was kept back behind the scene So unappreciated, they were forced to cook and clean But go ahead let them pale white riders tell it The ghost color did it all, they holy and angelic, but [Hook: Frank Knight] Tell me did you know The world is cold Your worth more than gold Tell me did you know (2x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] This is no racism this is say it how it is ism I been wavy great living christened with a saved vision To lead you to the light, as if you trying to buy bulbs I support the truth, no matter the shock in it's volts The nation is a lie, spawning more and more occults If Olympus really fell, then show me Zeus's Bolts If Osama Bin Laden had been black bagged then Why hide the body if you swear it had happened They don't really understand how the pain feel son On other side barely facing us like Wilson Chill son on the real son they watch us like Nielsen No magna carta monarchy, I refuse to kneel son I speak the code trill, so my words so real Far from Final Fantasy I deserve no gil Take my heart out, chew it up, spit it back out So you know I always spit it when I put a rap out [Hook: Frank Knight] Tell me did you know The world is cold Your worth more than gold Tell me did you know (2x)

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] Sick dark on light beats, my mixtape is mixed rape Pain trace to slave days, whips made skin shaved Spirit chafed feel the taste of a nickel plate On my chest plate, trying to make my flesh break..wait I spill a little hate, that's all that's left in me Speak a lot of death that's all that live with me And with this mixed rape mixtape we made Whitely A beauty from the painful struggle that they hate sent we My liquids gem stars slither poison like a snake While lames take cake giving lame dames dates Cause they know perks from the price of fame and fashion Promise rapid rabbit dome action head with strong passion Who would of knew I was crashing in that crash course Where them men is mad boss holding stacks to floss And never act accord as if they off the bath salts Going bat shit, down to spas off like a drag horse Coked up and cranked up they mad ruthless Jaw breakers breaking jaws till ya jaw toothless I got crip and blood kin so thun what's pop-a-lackin Frank made it here shorty that’s what happened Now don’t it seem like papa done with slacking Tragic fatal attractions been brought upon factions This for those who never thought it was deeper than rapping Till brains start detaching after bad life reactions You ain't see nothing till capping start de-capping This ain’t mutiny on the captain it’s more like missing fragments As if they was organ snatching for the black market But it’s the brainwashing that made us act retarded Like a veteran who survived torture from enemy captives You got to expect us to be post traumatic from the madness When killers blow the matic and get away cause of badges The people with the melanin that showcases blackness Stay hunted down by the PD league of assassins It feels like Ra’s Al Ghoul straight from the Lazarus Had did this and crafted this way of hazsardness For population control if not then I’m asking this Why do our human rights feel like we can’t access it Cause we was made in the image we treated blasphemous Black Jealousy…