Lyrics

Me and my homie like a Bonnie and Clyde deal,
Only we ain't gots vaginas, and we gots a bettuh ride -
real!
Rollin' through tha projects on 'dem nineteens,
Lookin' fo' that dope man in da' fly jeans.
See? He got tha ticket made fo' keepin' me high - clean.
'Dey nevah know if I keep up wit' my hygiene.
Walk tall in Doc Martens boots wit' da' bouncin' soles!
Command tha ghetto in my Polo jeans wit' pre-ripped holes!
'Dis global warmin' started swarmin', gon' fukk up da' Poles!
An' no one listen to tha Donald when he tell 'em to mine fo' coals!
Ya' see, we all gossa keep our minds clear - remember our goals.
Because deez nih-guzz wanna erase 'em and assume control!
Say fukk tha government! Yeah, fukk 'em all, as a whole!
Can't wait 'til they all run away to Mars, wit' they pockets swollen!
In that one minute, we gon' win it! Bon voyage! Enjoy yo' fukkin' stroll!
No mo' illusions, institutions, and no mo' parole!

So when they gone, we gossa rebuild all tha shihtt they broke.
Ain't no mo' lyin', no one spyin' on tha drugs we smoke!
We free as birds, all flyin' high, don’t gossa watch our words!
No mo' relyin' on a system that be designed keep tha po' in herds!
Make our own government, and govern shihtt wit' a fist made outta platinum!
We hold up high tha fukkin' arts, 'cuz they a big part o' makin' shihtt stay happenin'!
Fo'get 'dat orange Cheeto man, and his bess friend, Elon Muskrat!
They far away, 'dat's where they stay, bess believe 'dat!
We be tha new revolution - rewrite a new Constitution - repopulate tha fukkin' Earth wit' a new breed of human who rule tha shihtt bettuh than any Kennedy or Truman!

So light 'dat shihtt up, an' git to smokin', muthafukka!!!...