Clear the sample, Paul McCartney, or she'll bring the heat about it
I don't mean a heater I'm mean she gon' go and tweet about it
And her people gon' get on their feet about it, tweeter preacher
Free speech on your screen and leaking out your tweeter speakers
J Dilla coming through the bass ones, though he passed
He'll be living on every time a fan plays a track
That's love, make you tin tingle in your lower back
Back rub funk, ear drums gotta love that
Fear has got me influenced, I can't stay above it
But I focus on my love and then I think nothing of it
Like right now, writing lyrics, hate is loud, I don't hear it
I'm creating sound so I can make it that hate is cleared
Unless I'm on a badass beat, then I get bent
Anger branches from fear, writing rhymes, let me vent
Now I'm chill chilling here with a bit of E.Badu
Trying add a track to the album to show I'm being true
If I've offended y'all, I can't please you
I work at pleasing me that's why I'm doing what I do
But you can tell me stop...and I'll consider
Maybe zoom out, pause, see the picture bigger
But if I reconsider and I find you're just restricting me
I'll flick a bird, and flick a bic, and get back to the ripping, we
Can split it down the middle like a zipper, you don't own the game
I can get involved and most of you don't even know my name
Yet, pay back without the debt
To those who doubt I'm true I hope you haven't placed a bet
Cause I wouldnt want you losing any cash over it
Rap's got a low bar, feel me as I pass over it
We been given the gift to be able to create
The power of the people can be found in what we make
And the power to love another person is the truest
So love me, come on, I like it, so do it, feel me?