Voice Jelani Blackman & Bob Vylan

Ay ay ay yo
Man I just love noise
Weren't long ago when we had no voice
One magazine back then called Voice
Now they wanna try tell man about choice
Ay yo, fuck your choice
Your opinion’s void
I might just smile and destroy
Handle all with the grace and poise

Yo, keep your toys, I do not play, I'm Freud
Late night catch me fried
Way too deep in my mind I'm tied
Tell no lies, well I try
No-one’s perfect I just do mine
Some people can pretend for careers
But I did this for years I'm just not that guy
Fly off the handle? Nah thats dry
Hopе might leave but I'm nevеr gonna cry
I was like eleven and I did them in my sight
Felons on my side
Venom on the mic
Lucky seven on the dice
Gonna die some time
That's relevant advice, if you're older and wise
If you're not that size
No exchanging my time like rice