I've Always Known

Is this on? (x2) No shit! I've been waiting for you to reduce the black experience to a Super Series of fly-by-night catch phrasing And for every hiccup that I might sight for me to be labeled wide-eyed and trite As a forest nymph in stretch plating 'Exclamation point apostrophe slash' is what you get when your Modus operandi comes off like a comedy gag Its like being spoon fed from a colostomy bag of an old androgyny hag That got all of us hard-numb-palmed and deep fried You know that! (x2) I know you, you know me I'm from the project blowed family With a pitch match nasty scratch give a song a home This unknown band is holding its own Sorry, underground hip-hop happened ten years ago Imagine having to say this at the Pan-African theater group bake sale Its been painted over like a glazed crayon pedicure And the mantra's been scrambled into this crazed non-sequitur Sorry, underground hip-hop happened ten years ago These words stay parenthesized between two reticent moon halves So go tell them douche bags their white tees look like night gowns While I loaf under the awning of my moral high ground Yeah! No shit! Y'all got salt water colonics While my alma mater's polish was hallmark worthy No shit! And though my small squad is modest I'm a cross-journal lobbyist Here to install thoughts with moral conflicts Oh! Still girls do not sing mucho gusto papi Nor do I get kudos for being a pseudo-commie Cause I let niggas down like Boutros Boutros-Ghali Being overboard like a cruise boat volley Fools suck my glucose ? (x2) I know you, you know me I'm from the project blowed family With a pitch match nasty scratch give a song a home This unknown band is holding its own