(verse 1) –b.ware

my younger years…
started with premonition
parted with inhibitions, martyrs marked my mission
charted my ambitions, listen dirty south, hear me shout
b done cleaned up his livin’, my hunger is…
to deliver like bile maker
messages from creator, robotic like Robotnik
with sonic speed, honestly, these tales save ya
bare knuckles, we pound sound, turn your radio up
fuck ratings, unh, we cater to
niggas off Old Nat, they relate to my autobio
see we poor, ask why, though, take off that blind fold
four centuries-plus, and in ’09, in penitentiaries we stuck
fetch answers, Fido, beyond that bible
now who the fuck are you without that weed, greed, and a rifle?
they say “he spiteful, b hates white folks!”
but they ain’t concerned with that Black baby standin’ underneath that light pole
in the middle of the night’s cold
pitiful you won’t notice, should be playin’ Tyco
riding tricycle, this place ain’t like no other
muscular minded marksmen with gats plastic like Tupperware
I mean they brains brawn like Klingon
taught to bang on one another, the self-destructor
yeah, it’s end of day, Cudder… no moon
prayin’ my niggas understand they brother, unh!

(hook 1) – b.ware

Fox kids, fox kids
from the ‘dale to the Park, we’re never monogamous
unless you talkin the A, then aye, we all this
it’s Black theater, and we’re the fox kids
(fox kids) fox kids, we are fox kids
from the ‘dale to the Park, we’re never monogamous
unless you talkin the A, then aye, we all this
it’s Black theater, and we’re the fox kids

(verse 2) - NoTiQ

Bass in it, treble out
Meddle in, home I was settled in
Burbs, I did better in
When food was the medicine
Injected thru residence
It all takes precedence
So here we are
So SFR radio free roscoe
It all comes down to a mantra
Albany to Cobb co
Hone my heart like a Mary Shelley novel
Nigga, I’ma monster
Caffeine drink, tonka
My theme is to conquer
Mezzanine view
Ery’ting red cut, pray your arteries blue
Aint no play play familia
Ain’t shit familiar
To old folks in shanty towns
Negligence, spread around me
I’m so media raised in bright lights
Engaged to a cage, ATLien insight
So bourgeoisie and broke
Photogs amongst the web
Shun niggas down
Chasin the white tip upon its tail
Peachtree nigga

(hook 2) - NoTiQ

Fox Kids, Fox Kids
Franklin Rd to Vinnings, subpar to privileged
I-75 259 I script (uh)
I’m scraped from Albany, Who I’m is
Yuh
Fox Kids, Fox Kids
Franklin Rd to Vinnings, subpar to privileged
I-75 259 I script (uh)
I’m scraped from Albany, Who I’m is

(verse 3) – b.ware

yeah
treble back in the buildin’, maven of millions
Gaye, Save The Children… scalping you pilgrims
me and my Haliwa Saponi homie, what’s goin’ on?
this the last straw, or rigatoni for fuckin’ phonies
you wanna buck? Phone me, I’ll toss a couple dollars
but in this economy that won’t cover your hospital fees
I’m playin’, we southern, so you know it’s hospitable, b
lay your head, Grady got extra beds, Lupe say “Go To Sleep”
prop up ya feet, I’ll apply the I.V.
that’s ill verse, I’ll spit’em a few, two… three
nurse, administer shots from the toolie
full of ink, fool, think, this that word wizardry
and I be, zone 3 SWATS team, CP
Atlanta bama, no manners, never pee where the stool be
bar-hoppin’ for stool pigeons, pull up a seat
and the south still got somethin’ to say, 3-Stacks
I balance beam… clean!

(hook 1) –b.ware

(verse 4) – b.ware

yeah, let me get it back…
Atlanta, this is the red tape annals, been dreamin’ shit since
me and sis wee spoonin’ Danimals, no means to get rich, well equipped
my hands handled manuals, Malcolm exercised devils
said they were cannibals in caves
animalistic—understatement, the way you beat Black bodies
and brainwashed with hatred, a fan of yourself, solely
supposedly superior, taught we to have fear of ya
so much so, I’d shoot my fuckin’ brother ‘fore I think of ya
that deep enough? Weaker stuff get ex-communicated
he’s Black patriot of his city, communicate with
the bottom, asylum dwellers, silent former felons
and war veterans, Hurt Park is they new settlement
niggas steadily peddle, white teens do portabellas
bumpin heavy metal but this is the Black ghetto
this ain’t that place Melrose
another rose from concrete, flaunting my petals
Pete, fix my levels…
Sugar-Free…