Piano Bars - Sho Baraka, Amisho Baraka Lewis

I was wondering

Are you listening, baby?

Ayo Braille, you said it was cool if I could rap, right?

Alright, cool

First Shaq and Kobe break up, now every day I wake up

Somebody got a problem with the flow

Well, what do you know?

Maybe the problem ain’t Sho

You need ears to hear, maybe you listen too slow

You got folks losing sleep trying to prove that they woke

The other half on Twitter try to prove that they dope

Social media activists, they arguing over quotes

When a society’s on fire, I’m trying to avoid the smoke

Some will only love me when I’m dead or in a dress

An Uncle Tom or oppressed, a brother that’s hotep

I don’t care, my dude, I don’t trip

I just walk through your park kicking down your monoliths

Decolonize the gospel then express it through my vocal cords

Fishing for souls, that’s why I’m going overboard

While the church folks are hiding their dirty secrets

I can’t believe we’re over here arguing over «penis»

I’m close to Jesus, I’m also close to genius

Out of this world, I’m also close to Venus

Linguist, I’m speaking healing through broken English

Two dollars in my pocket but I still feel distinguished

Clean as dental floss, close to the Harlem Renaissance

Boy spit fire, you probably thought it was Pentecost

I’m out to lunch eating rappers around nine

A.M.

in the morning because I’m way ahead of my time

This is that real hip-hop before iTunes

Before mumbling rappers were saying nothing

I mean, if you love it, I guess I can show grace

This is real men at work, these jokers is Kid n' Play

I want that Miseducation, that Midnight Maraudin'

That life before Eve ate the fruit in the garden

'Cause it’s still 20/20, still kingdom people, still Jesus music

Different label but I’m still with the movement

This is rebels on a different level

Breaking new ground trying to dig in with a different shovel

My rhymes are vicious, your flow is suspicious

Joe Paterno with the flow, my pen brings conviction

No gentrifying my intellectual property

This is the writer’s block, I have a monopoly

I rap tight like burritos and European speedos

Please excuse my ego, these jokers are Jared Leto

Yeah, I may be clowns like Nemo

Chances of me being wack — never to zero

Suckers think they can beat me, I laugh

Eat 'em up then demonstrate it on pie graphs

You cannot get at me, homie, this ain’t Twitter

You and I carry this film the same glitter

So when they wanna describe my body and work

Say no matter how messy, he’s in love with the Church

Yeah, he’s conscious, Cross Movement mixed with Common

A professor and prophet who is now sound bombing

He is trap-jazz gospel mixed with hip-hop soul

Some say he’s too safe, some say he’s out of control

Denmark Vesey getting heavy, some may call him the aggressor

He’s moving between thugs and seminary professors

He writes with intelligence and honors his heritage

The bottom line is he is changing the narrative

Feast your ears on the least expected

Pay attention, so, so lets pay attention

So, so, so listen up

Fly excellent, I fall excellent

But never quit

Yeah, fly excellent, I fall excellent

But never quit

Yeah sometimes you just gotta show these jokers you can rap