Caesar's Rise - Kemba

Does this shit make you intimidated?

Does this shit make you intimidated?

Please don’t call me conscious

Don’t call it political

Please don’t deem this lyrical

These are negro spirituals

That’s the generation raising guns against they General

Raisin in the sun, I’ll raise my son to be less cynical

Raised on a steady diet of Chef Boyardee

Beef-a-roni cup, a slice of bread, and Hi-C

I took the shackles off my feet like Mary Mary

Now I’m more marionettist

Pulling strings, you’re merely Miri Ben-Ari nigga

Please, nigga

Woah

I know you want to flaunt

I want to flaunt too

But it ain’t been that long

Since there was niggas in the Bronx Zoo

So imma pour some out for Ota Benga

Jury said I been resistant

Mama said say no to strangers and I listened, uh

Picture God grabbing Adam by the Adam’s Apple

Just as Adam’s having at the apple

Now those atoms got you grabbing at your fuckin' Apple tablet

Packing up, cause there’s a black man in all black tats and

Does this shit make you intimidated?

Does this shit make you intimidated?

Aquemini and some Idlewild in my tidal

I see you Ruben Studdards been idle while I been idle

I notice when I walked in you niggas got quiet

I gave you three days grace, now I’m about to start a riot

Hold up

I was raised off a three-piece, only dark meat

Strangers call us niggas and darky

Like that’s gon' hurt us and shit

Like I ain’t say worse to my brothers during the dozens

And those same brothers

Ain’t out here getting murdered and shit

Fuck

I’m not naive, I see your micro-aggression

You may think you’re hard to read

You’re really hyper-expressive

You may think we’ll let you slide cause you described as satire

But even with that slack, nah your shit is not that impressive

We’re like the Haley Joel Osments of the undertones

Reading through your flag, and your skull and bones

Now the chickens coming home

Roosting on the roof of fucking Fox and CNN

Send reporters to the war so you can watch and see us win

Hoe

w/ Nina Simone’s To Be Young, Gifted and Black

Does this shit make you intimidated?

Does this shit make you intimidated?

When I looked at you

Yes, I knew that you can shoot me down

A sudden move will have me six feet in the ground

Please don’t be surprised

If I don’t compromise

With a knife stuck in my back, cause this is Caesar’s rise

Shoutout to them niggas I don’t fuck with

I hope you see me glowing

Grown men doing fuck shit and hopefully you know it

Mama sorry if you’re listening, I don’t cause no conflict

My conscience is calmness is cognitive dissonance

I been told it’s a slippery slope, well I’m Cool Runnings

My niggas pulling strings like B.B. King when the blues coming

Viewers ride the fence, tryna prove something

Choose something

You ain’t even eating, nigga chew something

Do something

Shawty called and told me I done changed since I been in it

Like, since I been kinda winning, I been condescending

I been spending Earth, Wind and Fire

Earth, Wind, and Firebending

I been screaming «nigga» at niggas so much that I’m offended

Albeit, I’m being heartless

Done fought so many demons, I’m exhausted

Had the city on my back, now there’s a target

Your battle is uphill, you’re doing crossfit

Cause you’re shit

Your feeble chatter is fecal matter, you only talk shit

Donald Trump: I have a great relationship with the blacks, I’ve always had a

great relationship with the blacks

Karen Hunter: Uh, no actually, as one of «the blacks» I can tell you,

clearly Chris he does not have a great relationship with «the blacks»

Who knew our walls could grow from malt liquor

You coward out when there was more than meets the eye my nigga

Who knew an animal could fall in love

Who knew our walls could grow from liquor