James Crow - L'il Joe Lyrics

Mmmmmm...South Jafrican aboriginal
Schoolin these rappers, I stay close to my principles
Power to the people, timely rhymin our demands
Honor late Lumumba while I'm shoutin "Free the Land"
Circulate the dollars, knowledge
Mama pass the collards
Fitted Dodgers
Bloggers argue on which rappers are the hottest
Build with the scholars, hand muddy with the paupers
Gun and dope poppers the sauciest of imposters
Shaped by the Gospel, Gil Scott and Baraka
Royal Flush at the bar
Glass is staying rocked up
Sign of the times
Cochran signs in the 'dition
No living wages in the 'sip
He laughin in the district
My spirit ain't with it
Siefu until the death of me
Books, bullets, and bars in this war
The choice of weaponry
Finger fighting on the net
For freedom, we will never see
Only sheep in the Jafrican safari in the recipe

F*ck ya wordplay
I make my words work
You got a million bars
But tell me what your words worth
I'm building pyramids, you pyramid schemes
Trying to be seen, shuckin in front of green screens
You don't have them racks
Them racks have you
Command A on these rap dreams and then command q
You just canned food
Cookingforbae bruh
I'm Jaffe Juffer or Vader with the Saber
Jafrican High Life
Solomon Ilori
These raps bore me
Generic pussy and profit stories
Young men groom for prison
Via the school system
I ain't studdin them showtunes on how you hate women
These rappers grinnin in the face
Of these politicians
You ain't good for at least four of them five sense
I'm rhymin to perserve the life of Chokwe's vision
Still I'll piss on raps ashes 'fore I cape for an Iggy
Let's go