Magna Co​.​Z Flowhammad

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Magna Co.Z Flowhammad is Jack of Co.Z's mixtape parody and critical response to Jay Z's "Magna Carta Holy Grail" as well as Kanye West's "Yeezus"

This mixtape focuses on classism, racism and institutionalized suppression of individuality, creativity and other freedoms.

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released August 6, 2013

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Jack of Co.Z Los Angeles, California

Jack of Co.Z is the rapper half of the Co.Z duo, set loose to wreak havoc with words. Some of Jack of Co.Z's work is on original instrumentals, much is mixtape style rap. Mixtape rap is usually more offensive, but ideally more honest. Not suitable for those unprepared, but everyone else should enjoy freely. Jack also produces as CompanyZ and is half of Jack The Ripper & The Mad Psyentist. ... more

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Track Name: Royal Baby
Magna Co.Z Flowhammad

If you took the clothes off my back, I'd just buy new ones
They speak of the challenges of the system, I've never been through them
And I still don't know why, I've been given so much...

I've been favored by racism sexism classism even genetics
While they fight for power against all odds, I just reach out and get it
And I still don't know why, I've been given so much...

Royal Baby, it's crazy I was born at the top of this, why'm I tryinga be so down?
From the luck of my birth I should be an optimist, so why'm I tryinga make yall from
I want you to hear, the view from up there, it's like they don't care, it's so unfair
Born with my pimp cup running over, Royal Baby

Mommy told me to remind you crackahz
You ain't worth Jack 'till you've prove you stack up
It ain't about the cash, better get your facts up
'Cause I was born with racks on racks on racks, but hold up back up

Hedgefund money on my Royal Baby shit
Plus I wasn't even born up in the '80s bitch
Young with access to some funds I bet they hate on it
Except I know that I didn't make it, and I know that I am not made of it

These crackahs run the world, so I'm here to do some mutiny
And I ain't never scared cause Zimmermen won't think to shoot at me
Oligopolies ganging up, power running super deep
And this ain't no game they playin' man that's monopoly truthfully

Omnicom, Publicis, Newscorp running shit
Tell you how to think, turn you dependent and dumber bitch
Halliburton, JPMorgan, Stephen Cohen won't admit
Even when they'r guilty they'r still profiting from ownership

Royal Baby, it's crazy I was born at the top of this, why'm I tryinga be so down?
From the luck of my birth I should be an optimist, so why'm I tryinga make y'all frown?
I want you to hear, the view from up there, it's like they don't care, it's so unfair
Born with my pimp cup running over, Royal Baby

They just tryinga entertain thesefoalk
Talking bout the chains, the dames, the cars, the planes, the boats
Don't wanna hear the racist cases or the paid off votes
They want the lines where rappers gloat so they can hate on those

Calling rap dumb, America's favorite pass time
You want materialistic focused rappers bitch, that's fine
'Cause shit, the way I whip I my GWagon you can't pass mine
And if you don't wanna hear social critique, bitch loop the last line

Jay Z and JT love hate the fame, me I'd like to use it
To hide the truths some aren't aware of in all types of music
I hear a lot of critics hating rap and tryinga bruise it
But if y'all can do it better bitch, fucking goes and do.z it

This tapes a case study of a rich princes life
Whose been taught that inequality and suffering ain't right
I take what i know and write and deliver it to the mic
And I mean no disrespect, please just listen up tight

Royal Baby, it's crazy I was born at the top of this, why'm I tryinga be so down?
From the luck of my birth I should be an optimist, so why'm I tryinga make y'all frown?
I want you to hear, the view from up there, it's like they don't care, it's so unfair
Born with my pimp cup running over, Royal Baby

Yeah, I bet your challenges are real cute, but I guess we all suffer, that's true...

I can rap fast but I'll do it on another tape
Where I don't rap about the money that my mummy make
I'm just jacking all these rapper tracks till you know me
Magna Flowhammad by Jack of Co.Z

I can rap fast but I'll do it on another tape
Talk about class sex race over 808
I'm just jacking all these rapper tracks till you know me
Magna Flowhammad by Jack of Co.Z

I can rap fast but I'll do it on another tape
Where I don't rap about the money that my mummy make
I can rap fast but I'll do it on another tape
Talk about race sex class over 808

I'm just jacking all these rapper tracks till you know me
Magna Flowhammad by Jack of Co.Z
I'm just jacking all these rapper tracks till you know me
Magna Flowhammad by Jack of Co.Z

Royal Baby, it's crazy I was born at the top of this, why'm I tryinga be so down?
From the luck of my birth I should be an optimist, so why'm I tryinga make y'all frown?
I want you to hear, the view from up there, it's like they don't care, it's so unfair
Born with my pimp cup running over, Royal Baby
Track Name: Picasso Braqued
Uh. Jack of Co.Z

I just want to be Picasso, no fuck it he was a basturd
He must'a taken every figure drawing class plastered
Womanizing with Dali painting Molly on velvet
Like "I'm sorry if you lost some time, bitch, it melted"

Prolly pissed all on duchamp's fountain
Saw a nude decend a staircase, and tried to mount it
These fauvists so rainbow, that dada some clown shit
Abstractly expressing the world as we found it

Same old garden of earthly delights
Live a sinner, then get shat out in the afterlife
That may be Hieronymus/erroneous, most this fame is phony shit
Sol Wit ain't paint that, he just tricked you into owning it

Warhol didn't own his print design he just sold the shit
Building up a brand man that's just business ownership
Pollack found his niche, scribbled dribbles all over it
The marketing of Mona Lisa though, that's some bogus shit

They tell you buy Picasso lots
Now they all buying into that Picasso stock
Now Picasso's overvalued but the dealers got Braque
So you buy that, you just got Picasso Braqued

Watch, they tell you buy Picasso lots
Now they all buying into that Picasso stock
Now Picasso's overvalued but the dealers got Braque
So you buy that, you just got Picasso Braqued

Bitch, I'm a mutherfucking dealer
Got connects at art galleries, for real bruh
...Kanye get at me
Represent a lot of artists, not enough of them black

See, y'al'ready knew Basquiat
But blacks don't show up in art history talks a lot
Which prolly means that thei'r shit don't cost a lot
Rascisms been embedded and it's got to stop

Henry Ossawa Tanner's impressionism and landscapes
Came up when these crackahs still wouldn't give him a hand shake
Ernie Barnes made it on album covers of course
But not before these crackahs forced him to consider doing sports

Eugene Martin made some beautiful art
Without Wikipedia I wouldn't'a knewn he's a part
Of it's western history, which I studied lots
I just heard about Picasso and his buddy Braque

Watch, they tell you buy Picasso lots
Now they all buying into that Picasso stock
Now Picasso's overvalued and the dealers got Braque
So you buy that, you just got Picasso Braqued

Watch, they tell you buy Picasso lots
Now they all buying into that Picasso stock
Now Picasso's overvalued and the dealers got Braque
So you buy that, you just got Picasso Braqued

Watch.

Jack of Co.Z

*French Stuff*

Don't be talking to Jay-Z in french on my mixtape!
By the way he's married… *Touché*

Get Co.Z

I wanna be Murdoch more than Picasso
Because I want the power of the king more than the castle
I'm already an artist, but the marketings a hassle
I got a niche market: young rich white ass holes

And some bitches...hopefully international
Keep 'em in thei'r favorite fashions, bikinis and tassels
….I'm such a fucking rascal
Got unlimited credit just to match my mommy's cash flow

People living lavish motivating you to have it
Class warfare keeps it out of reach you need to grab it
Getting mad at glass ceilings so a couple crash past it
Just cause Jay Z broke through it doesn't mean these kids can hash it

It unfair...now he brag about his baggage
From the Maybach to the private jet there ain't no need for tags–
What's he's done there, is just to tell you that he broke it
And the system don't give it, so go find some hope quick, yo

Uh.
Track Name: Hermès
Invest for yo' children, in a hedge fund
Invest for yo' kids, try not to spend none
Invest for yo' children, in some hedged funds
Invest for yo' kids so they can spend some

Hermès
That hows heirs play...
Hermès

Reagonomics, trickle down
Made it rain, where that money at now?
The one percent got your money, but how?
'Cause you allowed them to herd you like cows

Fuck Paris, yo where's this new emerging market
I'm tryinga drive my capital far eastern and park it
My girl know what I'm talking bout, trust fund maturity
These crackahs tryinga' reinvest that shit to stay rich eternally

Invest for yo children, in a hedge fund
Invest for yo children and don't spend none
Maybe just like 5% (you know like 10 million)
10 in real estate, 50 in the stock market makin a killing

I don't mind Tom Ford, but I rock Hermes
And I'd rather my talent get me air plays
But I'll ask mommy for payola, that's how heirs play
Don't you hate that me and Blue Ivy rock that hermes

Hermès
That hows Heirs play
Hermès

Hands down I jack the best flows, even if they messy and slow
Then I reinvent relevant lyrics and y'all ain't even impressed though
So I rock the same beats, and dress code
Poorer than Jay Z, not Kanye West though

Fuck rap money, this is my hobby
Remember when Kanye moved up in that lobby
Cause they thought he's too ratchet, so won't sell him the flat? ...shit
That the types of place my mommy gets anonymous access

I don't mind Tom Ford, but I rock Hermès
And I'd rather my talent get me air plays
But I'll ask mommy for payola, that's how heirs play
Don't you hate that me and Blue Ivy rock that hermes

Hermès
That hows Heirs play
Hermès
Errday heirs rocking Hermès

Jack of Co.Z, homie. Uh

Raegonomics, trickle down
Made it rain, where that money at now?
The one percent got your money, but how?
Cause you allowed them to herd you like cows

Raegonomics, trickle down
Made it rain, where that money at now?
The one percent got your money, but how?
Cause you allowed them to herd you like cows

I don't mind Tom Ford, but I rock Hermès
Track Name: American Dreamcaste
Class warfare against the poor and middle class meant to line the pockets of the rich.
The impact of his budget, which prevails upon the poor/the middle class, as opposed those who have the greatest ability and means to pay...
Like me…guys like me, I got a lot of money.
What is your income?
A lot.
A lot?
A lot.
I have all the money–or not all of it, my friends have some too–and then it trickles down onto poorer people.
Well, you know what? It ain't happen.
Okay, well I don't have enough, then.
People been waiting on the trickle.
Then we have to fill my bucket more so then it starts to trickle down the sides.
Now it's ninety percent full, but I promise you, just give me a little more money…

Mo money…all about getting' mo money, right Hov?
Jack of Co.Z

Wait it out, you know I'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Mommy went and reinvested
I'm that new old money...yeah we know, I'll gets it

Wait it out, you know I'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Inherit that and reinvest it
America's dream caste system you know we get's it

Mommy started from the bottom, crackah
Worked with a bunch of pricks like Hillary Rodham, cracker
Short them stocks, get that money, you would swear she robbed them crackahs
Always smart when she sold 'em or bought 'em; she could tell when your management had problems, crackah

She could prolly find a way to solve 'em, crackah
But she'd rather invest in a more honest company
Transparent, no dirty laundry crackah
I was raised to high standards, don't fuck with me

I don't want beef, I don't do lunch meat
Trying make enough money after my trust fund matures to go and buy a new country

Ivy league degree cause I guess I got bored
And I ever ain't need the cash, hardly hard to do chores
Stand on glass ceiling, knocknocknocking on the floor
Break through it and Im still a few stories above yours

Sounds horrible, unfair I'm sure
Blue Ivy and me, we ain't ever be poor
So I'm fire on beats, cause I'm trying to score
But if it's just about money I could hardly make more
So fuck it...

Wait it out, we know I'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Mommy went and reinvested
I'm that new old money yeah we know I'll gets it

Wait it out, you know I'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Inherit that and reinvest it
America's dream caste system you know we get's it

Co.Z that's the movement, crackah
Venture capital best be getting into it, crackah
They may think I'm rude, stealing their tunes, like I'm tryinga abuse it, crackah
Pffft…I ain't just here to steal the music, crackah

I could prolly never make my mommy's money
And even if I did it man it wouldn't mean shit
Cause I was given education, my computer, never hungry
Born rich, white, american and I have a dick

Learn to mix and spit flows
I ain't doin this shit to get dough
I'm doin this shit to get options
To do shit done never before

I could never be Kanye or Hov
Started from the top, better not get low
Calling Shaun a sell-out cause he's past your net worth
I respect his marketing and mastered flow

I'm tryinga get that shit and companies
So I can say all these rappers can't stunt on me
All these rappers can't stunt on me
Except for Blue Ivy, I ain't tryinga front she'll get it

Wait it out, you know she'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Mommy went and reinvested
I'm that new old money yeah we know I'll gets it

Wait it out, you know I'll get it
Trust the fund, these lawyers said it
Inherit that and reinvest it
America's dream caste system you know we get's it

Jay-Z taught me speak the truth
Spit that fire heat that booth
I'm rippin rhymes and jackin flows
And yo, this kid can rhyme, that Jack can flow

Woah…Co.Z…Magna…Flowhammad
Track Name: Zin-Zeta - T.W.F.U. (featuring Jack of Co.Z)
Food, air, water
Muse, heir, daughter
No car for me/no pearl for my ol' girl
I just told you what I need to start my own world
So, I'mma fuck this one up; I'm tight, dude
Four jobs just to live like a white dude?
Shit... Fuck out of here. Are you kidding?
Is working 4 jobs even living?
Don't even get me started on the government
Keeping slavery alive and slaves loving it
Eating organic pies and feeding us other shit
Leaving my niggas hyped off Twinkies and "fudgy" shit
Sweet porn to cook-up
Read them labels; you're just eating wheat, corn, and sugar
And that ain't even real. You ain't even worth that
Them burgers fit for a king ain't even worth Jack
So we run back to the water supply
Cause we're sick of being mind-fucked scavengers
But they made a back-up plan for my brothers to die
If they ain't fucking us, they're fracking us
Frustrated, you ask, "can a brother breathe?!?"
Just look to the sky, and tell me what you see
Tell me what the story of the sky entails
Is it a bird? No, it's a plane with chem-trails
So, you see no one in your circle helping each other
You even look up to the sky, to see no hope
And once you learn, even your air is chemical, brother
There's nothing left to do but dig your own hole

Zin Zeta on some deep shit
Had to throw him on the tape and tell you all to peep this
I don't know I'm from the burbs and just a white kid
But are those whips and chains really street shit?
Rappers try to come from up beneath
This system but the systems underneath you ready to eat quick
Don't slip, say what they say you should say on the beats bitch
Don't complain when you aint get paid, they say you aint a slaves...now eat this
The market controls your diet
And highness, on class ratings, and yes it's bias
Try it…it's hard to escape like that island
In San Francisco bay, or where Weezy did time in
The prison's where a lot of blacks confined at
While others working four jobs for overtime cash
Doing overtime for the other times way back
When these crackahs paid their ancestors not a dime for that
Fuck the Zimmerman case, that's hate
What these crackahs gon say, that's his fate?
Hurricanes, Tsunami's, Tornados, Earthquakes
Finally here to fuck this world up, that's great
Fuck Up This World
This World's Fucked Up
So is ignorance bliss mutherfucker?
Or would you rather know you're stuck?
Track Name: StarvingOutInAfrica
Jay-Z taught me how to sell drugs
Mommy's money coulda shushed a judge
Shit...I should still be in that occupation
Entertainment, this shits a dud

Mom had a six million dollar boat
( You mean a yacht? ) don't be pretensions bitch, it floats
But she gave it away ( what the hell? )
Tax write off, and that motherfucker wouldn't sell

They raise 70 million at functions
While these kid need peanuts never mind luncheons
They ain't run the starving adds since the nineties
We'd rather protect against environment consumption

So we go and click like on that Kony shit
Unlike it once the news said it's phony shit
Anonymous help the anonymous, I'm onto it
We tell each other that we're helping we may be erroneous

But fuck a damn guilt trip
That just generates more pain to be dealt with
Waitin for that Reaganomic shit to trickle down
But I don't think a single drop spilt yet

Whats a young rich white man to do?
Please just take this mutherfucking money that I'm handing you
So we can still ignore the God damn problems
And keep it all the same and never solve them

So keep your bitches hips revolving
I'll keep my equity liquid as if it's solvent
You over spend, your money's stagnate, why you bragging?
'Cause I know your plots for profit ain't evolving

For the kings, every thing is still perfect
Capitalism is still working
But while Miley Cyrus spills champagne
Starving kids in Africa are still hurting

Hurt. Hurting,
Hurt. Hurting, but what are we to do, right?
What are we to do
To make peace we start a new fight
What are we to do
Reallocate and cause a new plight
What are we to do
Damn, I don't know how to do right

Just be happy and be true right?
Track Name: re:Create (featuring Ill Chill)
re: Create

Don't hate
Just make
Let's we be great
reCreate
Please don't hate
Beat remake
Yet still we great

Create

We've got abilities of kings–scratch that
We've got abilities of gods
Creativity, express yourself
Don't follow crowds, it's better to be a slob

Industry crackahs should just let me rap
Or I'll take thei'r desk job and wreck that
You're a middle man I do not respect that
I've done every role and that exec crap

Songwriter, mixer, director of art
Video editor, bitch I've played all parts
Gesamtkunstwerk, I'ma take it that far
I won't settle till I design my house and cars

These crackers ain't ready for Jack
They want stupid artist, and I'll never be that
Son of a hedge fund, ready to rap
On top of the system, exposing the crap

On top of the system, exposing crap

Mystery
What we express is this mystery
Are we more impressed by materialism
Or more impressed by creativity

Mystery
What we express is this mystery
Are we more impressed by materialism
Or more impressed by creativity

Create

Don't hate
Just make
Let's we be great
reCreate
Please don't hate
Beat remake
Yet still we great

Mix and remix mixtapes like coke
Cook em into crack that's Jack of Co.Z
I been questing God
Nice to see you done catched up Hov

These crackahs thought I should'a said caught
It's all about the art, so I'll do what I 'ought
I'll do what I want, sell you what y'all bought
You can take that crap home, hope you like it real lots

Question the hand that feeds you
But mean no disrespect
I'm just showing my view so you can see too
How many perspectives do you collect?

When you inspect…reflect
Before you feel correct
Be creative, look at it all ways
Keep climbing, there ain't no final step

Keep climbing, there ain't no final step

Mystery
What we express is this mystery
Are we more impressed by materialism
Or more impressed by creativity

Mystery
What we express is this mystery
Are we more impressed by materialism
Or more impressed by creativity

Create
Don't hate
Just make
Recreate
Create
Don't hate
Just make
Let's we be great
Track Name: Verses
Y'all know Jay-Z rich?
Y'all know these other rapper kinda aren't

Even my worth verses your worth is worthless
I'm just wondering where are your more clever

Verses
Track Name: Trees Is Better
Get dressed or undressed, cause I ain't bought the vagueness
And I ain't tryinga hate bitch, but I ain't bout the lateness
Trick why you always late? From my time that you take you should pay for the date
Or fuck raw dawg, shit now she fucking late

I bring trees to the forest 'cause my trees is better
Make free mixtapes I don't need the cheddar
Bunch of beat remakes like CDs from Guetta
Magna Co.Z bitch just read the header

...Magna Co.Z Flowhammad...

I'm Flowhmmad, I see Yezus as a profit
And I see you really like my d bitch now get off it
Take these wack beat remakes leave em in coffins
If clever rhymes are awesome you'll be awe often

I got flow, but I make a lot of jokes, got these people wondering:
Is he kidding round or something?
Mutherfucker I am so serious. I'm just her to ask y'all
Is your refrigerator running?
Track Name: Crackahz In Lagos
Jack they beat they gon' prolly wanna sign me

See I Jack they beats so they prolly wanna fine me
But they should prolly try and sign me
They hang out in the same bourgeois places as my mommy
It shouldn't be hard to find me

Rap's Stephen Colbert, dissing some crackah, drinking scotch older than me, looking fly in Armani
But I don't own shit, 'cept my brain and my ability to make, and you can't 'em from me

Flow so cold, that's like Jay
Conceited douche, just like Ye
Used to make beats that's like Dre
Now like them, I just wanna get paid

PSYCHE I'm tryinga make art still
That sounds nice but I'm really more a harsh villain
When I'm writing every one of these bars is killing
You start at the floor and I start at the ceiling

High standards, plus an unfair advantage
Rich white crackah, I guess I'll have to manage
You know, like, CEO
I ain't trying sell no CDs hoe

But yo, you see these flows
Trying'a play it like I'll be a rapper in game
They like "crackah, go and get a real job
...that actually pays"

I should go make a commission on a billion
Instead I'm spitting glitter at your muthafricking children
Poppy basic rappers I ain't really feeling em
I make raw tape eeryday but I ain't dealing em

So ain't nobody hearing em, maybe when I die they'll see
I'll be on mixtape four hundred and ninety three
Finally they'll see ain't no mutherfucker fly as me
Crackah don't you fucking lie to me

I taught my mommy how to stunt
Hundred thousand dollar whip, and we each got one
But I know that ain't my money, so I'm trying'a get some
Well I guess we all wanna be successful, huh?

23 sitting on 23 funds
Hedged, trusts, and mutual ones
Damn this crackah real lucrative huh?
Told me shoot for the moon, I'ma nuke the sun

Black People in Paris, are you impressed?
I bet there's crackahz in Lagos, trying to invest
Most of the philanthropy still serves private interest
Sometimes you just gotta ball out, be happy and ask for forgiveness

That makes sense.
That makes cents.
That makes dividends.
Ball so hard.
Track Name: Ups & Downs (featuring Ill Chill)
Happiness isn't cash

I drop the smartest fucking mixtapes
Since they all were fucking mixed tapes
My shit on fire, y'all shit on fake
And I shit on fakers, make no mistake

I Jack my beats and flows from the greats
Drink the blood of hip-hop, eat off Yeezus' plate
Break bread, break beats ain't that what it about?
Take what you have to work with and break your shit out

Get Co.Z, listen to me now, know me
We got a lot of stories to climb, we're all growing
Slowly, so don't feel so lonely
Ever if you're rich and depressed, you ain't the only

Suckah, I just wanna have this girl blow me
But I've been told for far too long that's unholy
Ho-ey... then fuck it, let's make kids
God say's it's fine, and they'll say we ain't faked it

Yes I hit it
Bitch I did it
Name it something ridiculous
Get a divorce, and split it

…just kidding

Stocks goin up like it can't go down
Stocks goin up like it can't go down
Stocks goin up like it can't go down
But that shits overvalued goin bankrupt now

Stocks goin up like it can't go down
Stocks goin up like it can't go down
Stocks goin up like it can't go down
But that shit was overvalued goin bankrupt now

Bitch, y'all about to get a spanking
While I stay dressed in my best like a penguin
Lately, I've been all depressed and defensive
Fuck being pensive, I'm bout to let the anger in

...I'm done with going Anakin
Bout to go Vader on these Ladies, start panicin'
Trying'a max the plat card, bring a Phantom in
These rappers said that I should cop it, I think mom can manage it

Never be my net worth, just brandish it
Like a weapon, lots of ammo, can you handle it?
Lots of chicks would take the dick to get advantage of it
But aren't I too clever not to understand that shit?

I'm just trying'a take command of it
You wanted masculinity, I'm want some grander shit
Megalomania. Dictatorship.
Burning bags of money just to hit the haters with

As if we're made of it
They tell you money means nothing so we play with it
But you can make yourself from nothing if you save the shit
Or be like Buddha, just be happy, and then stay it

No more stress, just progress, remain focused, I'm no novice, create more than consumed, they don't know this, the guidelines to balance it's unspoken, shits really fucked up though, nam yo renege kyo twin lambos, chauffeured by the metro, best flow, checks grow, pick a dime off the train, and say lets go, we did our thing, she couldn't let go, I explained that possessions were the cause of her stressing, so I had to peace out just to teach her this lesson, young thich naht hanh, you belong to the game so the kid got gone, I'm just blowing on chron padawan , yes that is all, meditate weed medical, I got my peace a mind and the gift of rhyme
Track Name: New Crackahz
My mommy raised me in the era when
Hedgefunders deal money like heroin
To these billionaire junkies upper class
Way past racist hate you if you're white gray or black

That's that profit before people, get that cash spread that thirst
Make them want that that's evil, don't let them know that it's cursed
So they'll stay happy with all these games we say that we're playing
As long as just a few crackahs get the majority of gain

Crackahs used to be racist, but now we're not it's okay
I'll divest from your whip's stock, while you rock a chain
Crackahs claimin they colorblind, well that's not okay
And they still only work with you if their's profit to gain

New Crackahs

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time that one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Yeezy feels me it aint easy being rich
But I'd rather apologize than bitch
Trickle down economics ain't shit
Y'all should revolt look it up, marxist

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Fuck silver spoons, mine was platinum
I don't know why that shit happens
I know that we the new crackahs, playing along like we actors
Playin along like we actors, we're all compounding the factors
I know that we the new crackahs, but we're too afraid to act up

So I got my degree, from that ivy league
'Cause crackahs like bragging 'bout getting educated privately
And meanwhile I learned how rhyme and flow on the firest beats
By borrowing hip hop for poorer people who were inspiring to me

But now they talking bout they cars, they jewelry, they shoes
That ain't why you're a star, man I'm sorry, to be rude
But I drove that, I rocked that, I flew that jet too
I'm impressed by your creativity, not what it got you

Plus y'all rappers ain't rich, 'cept Jay Z and his bitch
30 times your worth in my trust fund, so stop talking shit
Son of gun of a hedge fund, that's that new old money
Blue Ivy and me, generation milk and honey

But she comes from the fame, I'm from anonymity
I got money, no name brand, try figure me
Swiss accounts, or is it cayman islands?
IRS looking for Chris Tucker, bitch aim higher

New crackahs, doin the same old jackin, stealin'
I think it's time that one of these new crackahs revealed them
Their aggression is passive, I'll give it to you real man
Here's the deal...

Yeezy feels me it ain't easy being rich
But I'd rather apologize than bitch
Trickle down economics ain't shit
Y'all should revolt look it up, Marxist

Hanh?
Track Name: Leaves (featuring Licki Ucroj)
Rest in peace Trayvon
Rest in peace Liberty, Baby please stay strong
We all know that shit was played wrong
They must want us to revolt, fuck it crakah, game on
Bitch shooting warning shots gets 20 years
Cracka murderer acquitted by his mutherfuckering peers
Blacks get murdered more than once a year
For their melanin and others too abundant fear
But theres no help from the government
These lawyers are loving it
Draft up contracts
But it's for the money they have covenants
Shove it bitch, you don't fight for liberty
You kidding me? If the jury wash't all white would shit have ended differently?
On the jury tho, who dat?
Please someone tell me in a hurry, who to shoot at
Eye for an eye, feel entitled to be rude back
Call it self defense, I'm a crackah, I can do that
Voting rights not protected by supreme court
Then they take the rest your rights like, "what you take all these for?"
Unless you got that lobby money hunny cause they need more
Buy yourself some legislation so you can succeed more
I think these people should be freed more
Instead they leave 'em bleeding on concrete more
"What do you mean 'these people' you're racist too"
Of course, but it never is a basis to shoot
We are our experiences, products of environments
Everything we did, and what is done back in reply to it
Scared by the past, we're all trying to get by with it
Why you mutherfucking crackahs always tryinga hide the shit
We are our experience, product of environment
Everything we did, and what is done back in reply to it
Scared by the past, trying to get by with it
Why you mutherfucking crackahs tryinga hide the shit
Fuck all of these crackahs, I stay down for my bitches
Cause I'm tryinga pro-create all around on these bitches
But why would I bring a new life down to these bitches
Where there still all of this fear and hate around it's ridiculous
Fuck all of these crackahs, I stay down for my bitches
Cause I'm tryinga pro-create all around on these bitches
But why would I bring a new life down to these bitches
Where there still all of this fear and hate around it's ridiculous
Track Name: Bond 2
I never asked to fall in love in the first place
But now I just can't shake it in the worst way
Love thirsty, should be all about the money
'Stead I need her like a dummy, she say...

"You're the perfect package, every girl should know it
You just gotta gain some confidence and go and show it"
But I'm bound to falling in love, you fit with me like a glove
If I was worth it where the fuck are you going?

No I get it, got my whole life in front of me
But I wanted you in my whole life...

So I had enough time to make this mixtape
Cause I lost my girl, again disgraced
Bound to falling in love, what a mistake
Was all that energy wasted just to end in this place

No way, slowly I'm seeing it's lovely
When it hurts, too, not just when it's funny

Now I'm searching for things new to do
Everything in moderation trying not to be rude
But there was something we created so true
I'll stay bound to my beautiful broken bond to you

Bound to falling in love, can't take it from me
And you'll be back soon enough hunny...