My People

It ain't over till this Armenian rap won
Make a 9mm sound like a cap gun
Call me king, the chief, and the captain
On the other side of the moon like Eric Clapton

Moon child, got the boom pow
Say I'm too wild, I roll platoon style
The phone will zoom down and make my goons smile
'Cause the judge dismissed my afternoon trial

On your plane, the Nazi next to me
Dreaming of bombing the Turkish embassy
On some Armenian coffee and the G
Call me the big bad villain on NBC

With that nationwide publicity
Y'all can't stop me from soliciting
Armenians turn Hollywood to Sicily
While Uncle Sam still smiling and whistling

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

Why does my kind make Americans panic?
The Christian earth and street violence been planted
L.A., L.V., M.Y. to the Atlantic
Territories of scary stories, granted we ran it

From the sand in Iraq to me to my pack back
In L.A, California, alibis, ASCAP
Run that back alibis, ASCAP
Kiss my artistic ass and hand my cash back

Prime time, present time, no time to be sentimental
You can goo-goo-gaga like jerkin' babies, but I ain't gentle
Blockbuster—you block my men, I'm mental
So don't think you own your life; it's a rental

Biggity bang bang, more bang than Bangkok
Been in the ring for more than minutes like I'm Shamrock
The Los Angeles superhero like Hancock
Here to stay, so you better turn over your sand clock

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

Now, let me take you back before there were lawsuits
I'm talkin' 'bout the way it was for my raw roots
No law got involved when the gun shoots
You see a big black van full of jumpsuits

Now, let me take you back before there were lawsuits
I'm talkin' 'bout the way it was for my raw roots
No law got involved when the gun shoots
You see a big black van full of jumpsuits

I'm a citizen raised as an immigrant
Where I'm born guilty till a man proves me innocent
I can get my hands on things that I find here
You can never find if you travel the whole sphere

Here's the catch—I'ma get in trouble
'Cause I walked around the block and took the sheep out of the bubble
So they wobbled and they wobbled
Till they stood up and walked

Now they makin' new rules to keep us off the block
It's like everywhere I go, I can fit the description
To put your mind in suspicion
You don't even know me, let alone show me
Matter fact, blow me—you wonder why you're lonely
'Cause

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

He's on the beat
He's on the whole album
He does what he does
Lil Drum, yeah, 2011 Cancer Baby

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see

You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You don't know about my people
You know only what you see