lirik lagu departure (rap) – fingers as a means of immaturity
[intro: sixtoo]
we’re taking hip hop back to the streets where the boogie boys boogie to the sound of the breakbeats
we’re taking hip hop back to the streets where the boogie boys boogie to the sound of the breakbeats
we’re taking hip hop back to the streets where the boogie boys boogie to the sound of the breakbeats
we’re taking hip hop back to the streets where the boogiе boys boogie to the sound of the brеakbeats
[chorus: mike g]
one finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the
[verse 1: departure]
the spirit of a bolshevist embodied in a pigeon
pickin’ pizza from the dumpster at the back of the kitchen
one finger in the air to the prison system
but as a white man, the bars will never be a thing in his vision
optionless optimist promises on his wrist
buying watches, claiming “i am not a materialist”
even when the metaphorical going’s gonna get tough
don’t even have the muscles, you never made it out the rough
they hate to see or hear a dog barking
park the car, you’re only useful if you make someone profit
you not in college and sure as h~ll not a prophet
but i know the best way to k!ll a mockingbird is to suffocate him with your motherf~cking pockets
i’m tucked away in the pitter~patter of dinner platters and silver plates
marked by sharp spatters of forks and knives cutting bitter steaks
this is the component of bureaucracy
and we know communism is only marked by a common thing
if art is war, consider this a declaration
painting color fields while your statements are brimmed with exclamations
and said statements are leaving people with question marks
the ball is falling far from heaven ’cause i knocked it out the park
“i look in the mirror to cope with a broken spirit”
but when i take a peek, all i see is a coping dipsh~t
a nepo baby with exposure to atrocities
and above all, a bigger committer of hypocrisy
you built your name off a place that you’ve never been to
and until you were 10, you’d never heard of that nation
as for me, i never dipped my hands in that fake sh~t
but for you, there’s a name for it (cultural appropriation)
[chorus: mike g and schoolboy q]
one finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch]
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (put your hands up high)
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (hands up high, hands up high)
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (put your hands up high, put your~ put your~ put your hands up)
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (put your hands up high)
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (hands up high, hands up high, hands up high)
finger in the air, one finger in the [scratch] (put your hands up high, put your~ put your~ put your hands up)
finger in the air, one finger in the (put your hands up high)
[verse 2: departure & el~p]
i’ll diss you on the net, to your face and on record
i’ll school you back to the public where the tiles are checkered
icarus never really knew what he got ’til it was gone
havana’s a zombie walking, get the f~ck off of my lawn
hip hop is for the children, not a weather announcer
cop some corticosteroids, grab them over the counter
now i’m not the type to claim myself as some divine folk
but boy you so white, i could beat your ass with my eyes closed
(hold up, hold up, before we get started)
(i oughta pierce this f~cking phallus through your rookie ass throat)
i’m burning the house down and straying from the predictable
but you so unoriginal, they flipped your character, symmetrical
talk about biting lyrics while you riding down the road
but that “going, i’m going”? yeah, you bit that sh~t from ab~soul
all you rap about is contradictions of reality
not only your persona, but your words are built on (fallacies)
you need to abstain from hip hop, put on some panties of chastity
and for those that smoke, there’s a word for him (fugacity)
for those who want smoke, b~tch i’m the next dastardly d~ck
none of you got the b~lls to battle, your rhymes making me sick
so the next time you make the claim you can make a rapper switch genres
i’ll be standing right there waiting to turn you into a primadonna
[outro:]
“i hope we remember all the artists who postured as revolutionaries
who used revolution as an aesthetic backdrop
and made themselves wealthier with songs about freedom
until the revolution came”
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