Black panther, black panther, what do you see?I see a dream ITAL watching over meYeah, hey, can we get a little breakFrom the cocaine and the kilosAiight nigga, we knowAiight nigga, we knowCan we get a break from the strippers on the pillAiight nigga, we knowOkay nigga, we knowHey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bangAnd ain’t no manhood in no bang-bangAin’t no honor cleanin’ interstates inside a chain-gangKnow some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframePills make you stupid and liquor do the same thingRaris’ too expensive and they way too hard to maintainGet yourself a Camry, "nigga said a Camry?"Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand meIt’s called being fiscally responsibleDon’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer youThe TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your mommaTry your best to be a man and your worst to be a monsterMay we have some roses for the ladiesA little appreciation for the gentlemenAnd here’s some kisses for the babiesSome peace and humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide worldMore patience to the youthsympathy for the poorEmpathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressedI know you’re sayin’, “Lupe rappin’ ‘bout the same shit”Well, that’s ‘cause ain’t shit changed, bitchAnd please don’t excuse my languageCause I would hate for you to misrepresentThe true expression of my anguishAnd by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalledI’m ashamed, bitchI can’t listen if you ain’t sayin’ shitAnd recognize all this emptiness is dangerousAin’t buildin’ up they confidence, we teachin’ ‘em that they ain’t shitIf they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famousMercy of the Lord on this double-edged swordInstead of askin’ where the hoes isMaybe maybe we could ask for rosesCalled the president a terroristCorporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon’ embarrass us?Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin’ thisProfessor Emeritus from AmericaBut my tone was like an Afghani kid without a homeBlew that bitch up with a droneAn Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stonesThe fuck you think they call him, I’mma leave that all alonethe focus on this new shit is that hopelessPlace that I was born into systematic brokenessPut that down, pressureness and developed into dopenessIt’s that great American rap-rap ferocious