Ghosted Ras Kass

[Verse 1]
Critically acclaimed, commercially banned, no American fans
But skills still matter to my niggas in France, so
Never the hater, you just cannot rap
I'll kill half y'all niggas off like a Thanos snap
White chalk, even on my off night
I create more yellow tape than Off-White
My vow to excellence made life lonelier
'Cause the strip clubs is crowded with the phony ones
Not holier than thou (Thou), but I was born in California
City of the Angels where they bleach us with ammonia
Claiming it's vitiligo, I can't abide
Put a drink on my tab then bounced, Irish goodbye
Hate to admit that I cried, my heart died
Right and wrong, no shades of gray, apartheid
Silly to think a gypsy would uplift me
Shouldn't expect empathy when they soul is empty
Depressed, lost my will to live
Like I'm defeated, get me the fuck outta here
Probably oughtta let God take the steering wheel
Or sleep the next 10 years in the pen, thanks to Seroquel

[Bridge]
Excuse me while I disappear
Few before him and even fewer after
So eloquently voice the social concerns