Little H.R. in a Minor Threat With a bad brain, and wants everything Georgetown Punk, forget what you are I'm a black cat shreddin' in a U-Haul Used to be scared of death, I was scared to death Of being just kept just 'cuz I wore pair of checks Now I'm makin' real moves 'cuz we started young Going to rap battles - with guitars and drums Homie I am from where you need to be Human rights are sung from the Green in me I'm a top-notch art kid with rock chops Yeezy ain't really put me on to no Fosgot
Oh, oh Hooligans coming Rude boy Lootin' in London Ain't no one fucking with me Ain't no one fucking with me [x2]
Black Meadows, I'm a brother still Got no rims, support my color well Covered in Green, just like Congo You can't just find me anywhere on Tourian so I make rock music, yeah even through My skin black, real black - Eddie Winslow Since Nintendo I've been spittin' flows Headbangin' to Nirvana, now I'm rippin' clothes Not a hippie, no, I'm a District heathen I can relate to Cali niggas in the Brooklyn figures You be so wrong, I mess you with another Listen to one song, and think you know a color