lyrics
(verse 1) – b.ware
For starters, cut the red tape
I dedicate mixtape to youngsters, who crime commit to ease hunger
brothers in early 90’s who murdered for Starter
this is my work, word blurt until my lung hurts
word up, past cumulus cloud on sunny day
verses accumulate and pile up at heaven’s gate
ear me, Lord Father, I fear thee
Black people, I Love you dearly, livin’ for day we get it straight
familiar with niggas who die just to levitate
upward mobility denied in present state
I claim-stake to our freedom, want it? Take
legally, but never wait for the pink… we don’t need’em
pledgin’ allegiance to reason, self-thinkin’
U.S. will call it treason, I ain’t for appeasement, believe it
stamped with credence, null of pretense
when you hear this, read dense, I’m fearless
witness my fingerprint, ink and script
this is document meant to stand the test of tock and tick
from Africa to the block you live
from College Park to the top of Egypt’s pyramids
without vision, the people perish
so I illustrate with wordage, they say Love takes courage
still implicate the art, please pair it
commit it to memory post-hearin’ it, regurgitate the verbs you ate
mimic me like parrot, fly like your jean’s zipper
selvedge, Bryan said “b. wear’em selfless”
and they fabricated in that, no seam ripper
walkin’ with Isa in’em, front pocket I got my scissors…
(bridge) – b.ware
to cut the red tape, reiterate
as my pens menstruates ink
instrumental in negatin’ perceptions
that we are minstrel apes, nah
it’s truly in you, you’re great
(repeat) – b.ware
cu-cu-cut-cut the red tape
(talking) – b.ware
b.ware presents… The Red Tape Chronicles
seen through my monocle
this is the chronicles… part 1
credits
license
all rights reserved
