my.style - DJ Static, Negash Ali

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…