Affirmative Action by Avie Fresh Lyrics
Avatar the Articulate ft. Animosity, Kevlar, Rashida Davis, and Apex-Tech - “Affirmative Action”
[Emcee(s): Animosity, Kevlar, Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh), and Rashida Davis]
[Producer(s): Avie Fresh (AKA Avatar the Articulate) and One-Take]
[Additional Vocals: Apex-Tech]
[Intro: Apex-Tech]
Yo, yo, Av, what’s good, man? It’s your man Apex. You know that the fort doubles and It Was Written, man. Apex, Avatar, Kevlar, Animosity. Necks beware, for real
[Verse 1: Animosity]
Yo, sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip your cognac
And let’s all puff on these haters until cardiac
Show me mics, I’ll body that. Don’t let me start my hobby that
Started breeding copycats. Mind over matter
Your grind never add up. I’ma sell it for palate, building
Lines like my clavicles, you had to snooze, shatter
Rules, savage who orchestral on the airplay
Call me Ken Burns, I’ll build flows in a rare way
Units? I don’t care about. 16’s? I air ‘em out
Lyrical mason impatient, stars in constellation
Sipping toxic mixtures with bars is how I ace ‘em
Y’all micro-prison is hardly a threat to my religion
I’m hype and living light-years above the tribal living
Sleep in black holes, survive the trace of spiral vision
Breathe from the sunspot, the eighth cadet now rocks
As paradox, my fuming ox too powerful for human hearts
[Verse 2: Kevlar]
Criminal thoughts in a new Porsche, I’m trying not to make the Fed wall
They’re trying to build a RICO, 858 ‘cause
Pedico, but hobby said my S 65 is for
The people so they could know I put on for my city, spend
A hundred racks to bring my town back, and that’s fact—check
The stats, and it’s all the thanks that I get. Hope
Obama give me pardon like Forté or Osama, fake
My death and throw my body out to sea—see, I’m a Brooklyn bomber
And my pen and Krylon still say: Kevlar Wonder
So what’s the problem? I saw my only shot and took it
I got hits like Oswald, I’ll bribe the blue or the silence
I’m Illuminati’s finest—why you think I’m draped in
The finest? Dough in my pocket, I never get knocked
Or take a minus. Took an oath in The Empire room and now I’m
The flyest, C-double-X—now let’s remind ‘em
[Verse 3: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)]
Ayyo
My mind is seeing through your design, your corporatocracy
Ninety-Nine Percenters is bent up, so they rock with me
My pen catches bodies like moshing—I bet you probably
Didn’t know that moshing would start at a reggae party, see?
Women do Pilates just so I can use their bodies, get
Loot in lobbies like politician kids—just listen properly
I’ll swerve like a slalom in Gotham City. Frolicking
You scream watching me, you rap babies are so colicky
Profiting all the time—if not money, then love. What’s a
Monetary unit with money? You can’t build grub. It’s a
Form of a chain. Now my chains are made of gold
When the money folds, tell me just what money holds. Money
Bought a Rolls—didn’t recoup, so we owes
Hoes get low on poles to pay bills and tolls
We’re grown. If you don’t give us jobs, then we gotta make ‘em
Create ‘em out of thin air or the vapor
[Verse 4: Rashida Davis]
When the stacks is narrow, it’s time to think out the box
Illegal papers even slow, narrow knots in them socks
Ain’t no jobs in the dirty, unemployment’s higher in Georgia
New Yorkers get sidelined, ‘fore you hired, you fired
Big banks drop like tops, Cadillac recession
Where the bailout money? Occupiers is pressing
Wall Street needs suicides like the Great Depression, mass
Aggression, power to the people protesting
We’re the Ninety-Nine occupying, no occupation, rocking
Pickets, no punch-clocks, brown bags and lunchbox
Catch and ride blocks, trying to clean up grot from crack rocks
Open up shops to sell du-rags and sweatsocks
Retail’s slow, can’t stop slinging. Their cashiers ringing, keep
The roof up and a new truck, and if he can stay in nubuck
Their registers, no new bucks. Like blind Brits, they can’t see
In the projies, praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
[Emcee(s): Animosity, Kevlar, Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh), and Rashida Davis]
[Producer(s): Avie Fresh (AKA Avatar the Articulate) and One-Take]
[Additional Vocals: Apex-Tech]
[Intro: Apex-Tech]
Yo, yo, Av, what’s good, man? It’s your man Apex. You know that the fort doubles and It Was Written, man. Apex, Avatar, Kevlar, Animosity. Necks beware, for real
[Verse 1: Animosity]
Yo, sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip your cognac
And let’s all puff on these haters until cardiac
Show me mics, I’ll body that. Don’t let me start my hobby that
Started breeding copycats. Mind over matter
Your grind never add up. I’ma sell it for palate, building
Lines like my clavicles, you had to snooze, shatter
Rules, savage who orchestral on the airplay
Call me Ken Burns, I’ll build flows in a rare way
Units? I don’t care about. 16’s? I air ‘em out
Lyrical mason impatient, stars in constellation
Sipping toxic mixtures with bars is how I ace ‘em
Y’all micro-prison is hardly a threat to my religion
I’m hype and living light-years above the tribal living
Sleep in black holes, survive the trace of spiral vision
Breathe from the sunspot, the eighth cadet now rocks
As paradox, my fuming ox too powerful for human hearts
[Verse 2: Kevlar]
Criminal thoughts in a new Porsche, I’m trying not to make the Fed wall
They’re trying to build a RICO, 858 ‘cause
Pedico, but hobby said my S 65 is for
The people so they could know I put on for my city, spend
A hundred racks to bring my town back, and that’s fact—check
The stats, and it’s all the thanks that I get. Hope
Obama give me pardon like Forté or Osama, fake
My death and throw my body out to sea—see, I’m a Brooklyn bomber
And my pen and Krylon still say: Kevlar Wonder
So what’s the problem? I saw my only shot and took it
I got hits like Oswald, I’ll bribe the blue or the silence
I’m Illuminati’s finest—why you think I’m draped in
The finest? Dough in my pocket, I never get knocked
Or take a minus. Took an oath in The Empire room and now I’m
The flyest, C-double-X—now let’s remind ‘em
[Verse 3: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)]
Ayyo
My mind is seeing through your design, your corporatocracy
Ninety-Nine Percenters is bent up, so they rock with me
My pen catches bodies like moshing—I bet you probably
Didn’t know that moshing would start at a reggae party, see?
Women do Pilates just so I can use their bodies, get
Loot in lobbies like politician kids—just listen properly
I’ll swerve like a slalom in Gotham City. Frolicking
You scream watching me, you rap babies are so colicky
Profiting all the time—if not money, then love. What’s a
Monetary unit with money? You can’t build grub. It’s a
Form of a chain. Now my chains are made of gold
When the money folds, tell me just what money holds. Money
Bought a Rolls—didn’t recoup, so we owes
Hoes get low on poles to pay bills and tolls
We’re grown. If you don’t give us jobs, then we gotta make ‘em
Create ‘em out of thin air or the vapor
[Verse 4: Rashida Davis]
When the stacks is narrow, it’s time to think out the box
Illegal papers even slow, narrow knots in them socks
Ain’t no jobs in the dirty, unemployment’s higher in Georgia
New Yorkers get sidelined, ‘fore you hired, you fired
Big banks drop like tops, Cadillac recession
Where the bailout money? Occupiers is pressing
Wall Street needs suicides like the Great Depression, mass
Aggression, power to the people protesting
We’re the Ninety-Nine occupying, no occupation, rocking
Pickets, no punch-clocks, brown bags and lunchbox
Catch and ride blocks, trying to clean up grot from crack rocks
Open up shops to sell du-rags and sweatsocks
Retail’s slow, can’t stop slinging. Their cashiers ringing, keep
The roof up and a new truck, and if he can stay in nubuck
Their registers, no new bucks. Like blind Brits, they can’t see
In the projies, praise Allah with visions of Gandhi