Full of Tar by REMI Lyrics
[Verse: Remi Kolawole]
Yo, past living, artistic
Leave it 'til the last minute, still talk class with it
Breathing in carcinogens, lung full of tar
Laying down the hard road just to get in my car
We've been past, you peep for an hour in them park
Pulled over 'cause you know that you can't fuck with us
We are independent and our destiny's path
Stickin' like Bey and Jay, duckin' while Solange swingin'
Shootin' for a star, land flat on my arse
Get up, dust myself off, Aaliyah with it
Got drive 'cause there's no Allianz in this music
Insuring damages if we start trippin'
Why my heart's big enough to go toe-to-toe
And rope-a-dope with the whole globe, just to let it be known
But so close that I'm surprised my ventricles flow
Carryin' all this gold to extremities
Prone to neglect friends while focused on an enemy
Wanna see him choke on confetti bein' thrown in my honour
Know it's petty, but that's Remi's MO
Fuck the world with my head in his throat
And I just smoked out the house 'til detectors were blown
And if I drive, I'll be liable for questioning
Kick it with my tribe while dining on the recipe
Passed down through the generations like trauma of the genocide
Play Gil Scott, "Revolution Won't Be Televised"
Twitter-fied, Insta-picture-fied or Zuckerburg
Fuck what you heard, that's our lessons from the vilified
Liberation lies in the criminal made by subliminal hate
Shade in our inner eye, tellin' you that "It isn't right if it isn't white"
Is it womanise? Is it rich? Is it cis? Is it heteronormative?
Or is it Christ? Small percentage
Sounds like they're all fucked if we storm the entrance
But we're all fucked up 'cause we all forget it
While my head keeps ringin' like calls in centres
Why I gotta keep bringin' it to your attention
Then hold that like the Glad bag full of contraband wrap
Now in your possession
Yo, past living, artistic
Leave it 'til the last minute, still talk class with it
Breathing in carcinogens, lung full of tar
Laying down the hard road just to get in my car
We've been past, you peep for an hour in them park
Pulled over 'cause you know that you can't fuck with us
We are independent and our destiny's path
Stickin' like Bey and Jay, duckin' while Solange swingin'
Shootin' for a star, land flat on my arse
Get up, dust myself off, Aaliyah with it
Got drive 'cause there's no Allianz in this music
Insuring damages if we start trippin'
Why my heart's big enough to go toe-to-toe
And rope-a-dope with the whole globe, just to let it be known
But so close that I'm surprised my ventricles flow
Carryin' all this gold to extremities
Prone to neglect friends while focused on an enemy
Wanna see him choke on confetti bein' thrown in my honour
Know it's petty, but that's Remi's MO
Fuck the world with my head in his throat
And I just smoked out the house 'til detectors were blown
And if I drive, I'll be liable for questioning
Kick it with my tribe while dining on the recipe
Passed down through the generations like trauma of the genocide
Play Gil Scott, "Revolution Won't Be Televised"
Twitter-fied, Insta-picture-fied or Zuckerburg
Fuck what you heard, that's our lessons from the vilified
Liberation lies in the criminal made by subliminal hate
Shade in our inner eye, tellin' you that "It isn't right if it isn't white"
Is it womanise? Is it rich? Is it cis? Is it heteronormative?
Or is it Christ? Small percentage
Sounds like they're all fucked if we storm the entrance
But we're all fucked up 'cause we all forget it
While my head keeps ringin' like calls in centres
Why I gotta keep bringin' it to your attention
Then hold that like the Glad bag full of contraband wrap
Now in your possession