Executive Realness - I.K.P.

Realness all day!

Realness all day!

If I was to be a father

I would learn from Kenny Rogers

Reach for the whiskey, bypass the Henny bottles

A gambler, running away from Morgana

That new chancellor

Trynna take a chance on my stamina

Beam me up to the 80s, my login is Kenny Loggins

Straight to the Danger Zone

Dammit mane, I’m home

KC is for Keyshia Cole, Is Kenneth Cole related?

How come my connection to him is never debated (huh?)

I’m just a hope carrying proletariat

In a world of have-nots it’s overbearing

The notion of failing I won’t bare with it

I don’t care with it

I’m so fearless

My Uncle Swanny says… «Fuck the cowards and the naysayers!»

Maydayyyyy!

You falling off and you ain’t got no prayer

And the real niggas know to keep the hustle-hustle

ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle

ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle

ALIVE!

They stay killing Kenny

But he come back ALWAYS

Certified, Executive

Realness ALL DAY

Why lie?

The extreme divide of the

Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Evidently you can never check me

Unless you’re setting records like you’re Kenny Chesney

And I fight for everything, even my sanity

You be surrounding me with lies and insanity

Why the fuck must I explain what it means to be Black and poor?

Ad nauseum you’ve heard the story tracked before

I won’t elaborate on Blackness in America

Rather get the dynamite

Collapse every barrier

(Boom!)

I’m advocating for myself

That’s how I move through the public assistance system in stealth

What makes you look at me like I want to commit a crime?

No tats, no piercings, and I never did a line

Don’t play with me, you coke heads sniffing (flour!)

You should be afraid of what I’m doing next, I’m a stalwart

Not one those bastards robbing Baskin Robbins

Where my validation for not being part of the problem?

I need candy on my cigar

Zoning out to Kenny G

Might play the sitar

But focused on that getty green

You walk around with herpes and don’t even fucking know it

But you worried where my dick is going like you want a dosage

You gotta comment but you’d rather be blogging it

Face hidden, name changed, you assholes anonymous

How you part lips in a cinch?

Ass out, jeans labeled Abercrombie and (Bitch!)

Lemme call Kanye

Oh I mean Kenny West

He could fill me in on the real, send me plenty texts

All these young boys looking for Daddy to feed em

To get by they turn trick

Exposure indecent

Falling in these traps ain’t the business

But it’s a surplus of hoes underselling their stock, what’s the difference?

Real niggas know to keep the hustle-hustle

ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle

ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle

ALIVE!