Wars & Rumors of Wars Lyrics - Mick Jenkins

They said it wouldn't be televised
You would think it ain't no Revolution
You shine a light and niggas translucent
Type crazy no Cam Newton
These niggas ain't Panthers
These niggas ain't white hoods like Clan movements
We seein tap dancers
Keep seein crossovers these niggas ain't hooping
Glossed over nigga we see it no fly list niggas ain't tripping
In the cut like state troopers
Court flower late bloomer
Niggas talking about the old ways, okay boomer
Slime put up in a old school
Crooked letter crooked letter with the Vogue shoes I know he a straight shooter
Keep a beat like a pacemaker
Keep the heat we some peace makers go debate buddha
Place holders out here claiming ruler we going yard
Ferris Bueller got no regard for the new school I'm so appalled
Don't come at me with the Fisher Prices or the tissue paper no it's gon dissolve
On the fringe I could never come in under par I'm over golf
Got it out the mud with both strokes like it's Motocross
Niggas gotta learn a hold a loss
These days I know a broken sauce when I see one
Don't give your bread
6' 5" don't hit your head
Like a series finale I'm going off
Who paid y'all? Couldn't buy me
Niggas hyenas this shit is an elephant graveyard
Got em knock me, nigga not me!
Fuck is you talking about lost sleep?
Fuck with a nigga with a who don't rap got to tell me you niggas is lost sheep
These niggas is off xans I give them more bars we'll need an autopsy
You need it in bulk I'm Costco
Got it jumpin these niggas is not flea
Fuck is you talkin bout top three?
They try to tell me it's not yours
A bodega the way that I chop cheese
Secondhand niggas can't clock me
The shit that I'm talking it's hours, no 15 minutes could ever just stop me
Know where I'm getting my power truthfully don't really deal in the probablys
Just Godspeed my nigga

What? Niggas claiming King? Bet. Popping fly shit? What? I ain't see no wings yet. Shit all I see is dreams bet