Lyrics R.I.M.C - Tywan Bell

Okay... Okay... Clear my throat, are we good? Everything good?
Ighttttttt
So... I'ma try somethin' a little different, but...
Let me talk to you real quick... Yeahhh, okay
Aye, Aye, Aye
Look

I'm speakin' wisdom to my people this is my purpose
I rather die tryna make the world a better place
Before hell ever raises to the frontline
I'm not Jesus, but Lucifer want me crucified

So I light the woods up as I inhale
Hold my breath until I can't hold it in no longer than
Step up to the plate, I don't need the recognition
'Cause I promise that I never back down to any nigga
Now I'm stickin' up my middle finger screamin' "Fuck the system!"
Now they say I'm trippin', but I tied my shoes first

So you could never catch me lackin', Steph Curry in the gun range it takes practice
'Cause this is more than rappin' as I put my soul onto the track they say I'm suicidal
So I told them bet and I'm still flowin' unorthodox
So y'all don't know what's next, I would explain my flow, but I rather keep y'all guessin'
As I ride through my city wit my windows tinted
Seat so far back, I'm lookin' through the back window
As my thoughts repeatin' at 12 o'clock at night

Prayin' I make it home alive
'Cause 12 be lookin' for another victim on the backroad wit' no witness in sight
This is reality, this is more than speakin' rhymes, I'm just sayin'
Don't pick a fight if you can't fight the battle
'Cause the way I got this AR-15, 1 loaded in da barrel
Egyptians tats, feeling like a pharaoh

My eyes are tunnel vision, 'Cause my path is a one way
Workin' 16 hours hours on a job as I wait for pay day
Just to pave a way in a world full of white powers in position
I'm not a racist, I love all my people, but come and look from my perspective
This is civil war, flyin' low on the radar but above the storm
Don't be askin' questions, I said enough without gettin' too deep
Just know this is the next generation

I can't exaggerate it, wearing black every season y'all should know the reason
Not gang affiliated, but all I see is finger twistin' people reppin' sides
And seein' drive-bys during bedtime on the westside
Only thing on the scene left was the gun shells and a few prospect
Everyone was in the cut to dodge the fate behind the bullet
But the face behind the mask
Will forever be UNKNOWN