Black Drop - The Problem Lyrics

Yo
As I'm sitting back here
I'm watching the landscape of this thing we call hip-hop man
And it's like Mad Max around here
Barren land and people starvin' for water
Hey man these are, these are trying times but uh
It's in these moments, that I gather all my components
To break down opponents or any f*cka who wants it
Now on this, is a celestial microphonist
Bounce from planet to planet the extraterrestrial poet
Now gather around for this art lecture grab your easel
Paint brushes and follow along
I paint a picture with verbal divinity from the vicinity
Of the L.A. inner city SC's the locality, my reality's
Grass-rooted with dirty knuckles
Planting seeds of success sprouting from the struggles
Of environmental issues is always misused
By some wolf-ticking rapper motherf*ck wearing Nikes with Adidas sweatsuits
Unbalanced, subpar talent, can't stand it
So I sit my ass down pennin' bars harder than granite
When they smash your face, erases the f*ckery
Coons floating around oblivious to the history
When I see 'em now I just nod
Cause when you show 'em love, the suckas act odd
Say they for the people, the action's always different
If it wasn't for the people, how the f*ck would you be living, huh
Now that's a tale for another time, something that's on my mind
Let me get back to my grind, I do it line for line
For the youth and older bros, hit you with the colder flow
Bottom line, you can't f*ck with this here ho
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
I need no permission, dance to the earth's rhythm
Hear the different strokes humming, my ancestors in the field drummin
Bare knuckles soul of the struggle
Heart of the hustle, protein to muscle
My whole team bubble, ain't nothing too extreme
You just hearing God at the human being level
This flesh is the devil, double entendres here to bless you
Or better yet rescue
These young babies out the test tube
They've been dippin' in the gene pool playin' with the flu
Out in Wuhan, til it's beyond the medicine
It's evident rap rhetoric been jacked since the 90s
We're tryin' to get it back for the X-Clan
The 2pacalypse had us walkin' in the thug land gun in hand
These young dudes is different, they got other plans
I really understand, they just the Son of Sam
It hurts when it snaps back, like rubber bands
We get it out the dirt, hip hop is underground
That's where it go when the money come around
Tryin' to buy the sound, like Mahomes with a handoff
Check it out homes, hip-hop don't run
We stare in a standoff, guillotine flow
We cut f*ckin' hands off
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
Now check it, words from the anomaly
Rose from the golden age that's why I spit it properly
In the lab, droppin beats, lacin 'em wit scriptures
Cultivated from the roots, painting these pictures
Squeezed lemonade and produced four elements
Not one can you name cuz you think they're all irrelevant
Dwellin' in the underworld like Kate Beckinsale
Dopeness ain't granted for mere record sales
For years, the game has been watered down
Lil young Aquamans the wheels keep spinnin round
Such is the insanity to monetize the game
Number one strategy to colonize your brain
They rap similar and praise pill poppers
We're hip hoppers practitioners like Hill Harper
Question, who does it seem to behoove
To depict Black folks as buffoons
My thoughts, and observations on the Land of Lost
Marshall, Will, and Holly would've ran these bastards off
If critique means that I hate y'all
Then you can't see what I can you're kin to Ray Charles
Lyrical napalm, ya best say nathan
I got my brothas back Watts version Raynathan
Hip hop's against the wall no more time for placating
As long as there's a problem I'mma stay hatin
See the problem is this
A lot of you's ain't taking this hip-hop thing for what it is
Culture, a way of life
Style, swag, content
History, empowerment
And I ain't talkin' about the outsiders
I'm talkin' about some of y'all insiders
Y'all got to hold yourself accountable and hold others accountable
You dig
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though
We know, you can't f*ck with this here though