Caterpillar Remix - Royce 5'9, King Green, Logic

You will not be able to stay home brotha

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out

You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during

commercials

Because the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain’t number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing, ohh

We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

I’m a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak

If I didn’t do this, where in the fuck would you be at?

See there’s a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas

You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas

You number one when it come to slaughtering mics

I’m tryna be number one in my son and daughter life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies

Y’all my children, y’all bit my shit and contracted rabies

Don’t you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that’s degrading

My style got so many different facets

I switch into so many different passions

I’m skippin' class to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit’s just a classic waiting

Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him

I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs

These rappers only won their matches because they strategize

I bring Attica to these patterns, and here’s my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing, ohh

We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain’t number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won’t quit

Number one song, get your number one chick

Number one fly with your number one kick

When it’s all done then your number gon' switch

Hold up, wait a minute

Guess what I’ma never do?

Show so much respect to you

That I feel like we’re friends, so now we no longer competitors

That could be the death of you

Never let someone who’s not as smart as you

Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew

Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue

Don’t let people next to you that don’t want the best for you

It’s completely normal to hold on to a regret or two

I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do

Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie

It’s nothing I can say to you that is realer

Remember when you praisin' the butterfly

Don’t you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

This right here for the number one

Number ones here with your number one

You ain’t number one, just another one

Now everybody sayin' that they number one

Kid think your number won’t quit

Number one song, get your number one chick

Number one fly with your number one kick

When it’s all done then your number gon' switch

Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week

And BET still don’t wanna let me perform

Maybe it’s 'cause my pigment, maybe I’m being ignant

Maybe it’s all a figment of my imagination

And exaggeration exacerbates that I’m the illest, yes

How many are willing to kill us?

We the realest, that’s why they feel us the best

But I don’t give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though

Shittin' on a brother I should love, man, that’s silly, yo

Fuck all this division and lyrical incision

It’s time to unify cause hip-hop is beautiful, it’s you and I

And it doesn’t discriminate if you black or white

And you Christian or Muslim

It just love 'em and put nothin' above 'em

I just want to be remembered as a good person

Dispersin' a message of hope while the world worsen

And the media will still find a way

To turn us into clickbait and misquote

Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that

I’ma slit throats, sike, nah

«Logic's such a hypocrite», you can take a hike, nah

Right now, I’m here to talk about suicide and depression

Anxiety, mental health and all that other shit

You scared to mention

Yeah, I could talk about the millions I’ve amassed

But now just ain’t the time or place

It’s crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race

Cause I’m proud to be black, but matter fact

If it was flipped around and every time somebody asked me

What it was like to be a white rapper

«What's it like to be a white rapper, Logic?»

Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like

«Man, it’s just so great being a white rapper

White, white, white, white everything

White man—being white’s so great—wow it’s so great»

And then some brother was like, «Ayy, ain’t yo daddy black?!»

And I was like «Oh shit!»

And the whole world be like «What, are you scared to be black?

Are you ashamed to be black?!

Motherfucker, fuck you!

Fuck you, you piece of shit, mixed, biracial, fucking cunt»

(That's how they be)

Cole said fuck all this black and white, it’s time to unite

Be who you are, identify as a star

Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car

You still just a person and I’m still dispersin' these lyrics

Fuck the rap ego shit, just be a good person now that’s the spirit

Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture

From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey

And Aubrey and can’t forget Bobby

To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life

And not just a hobby, uh, not just a hobby, uh

Not just a hobby, this is a way of life

Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life

This shit a way of life, yeah