Nice for What

I mean where. The fuck.
Should I.
Really even start.
Today, as we say to Wall Street
and the billionaire class,
Yo dawg, come thru
wit dat Fruit Roll-Up,
I still don’t take naps,
me and the money are way too attached.
Right across the street from where we are
at this moment
is the City’s largest fossil fuel power plant.
Yesterday I trimmed Bush Monster.
For all you know
I’m the United States Congress now.
That’s the shit I’m talking ’bout though,
like you Gucci-Man-I’m-So-South
1000 Hemi-powered horses
direct from a factory,
the giant mushroom cap tendrilled
to everyone’s head.
Be it resolved that it is
becoming a problem and let us be clear,
it is no secret that that
plant is located right next to the City’s
largest public housing development,
nonetheless it was there
I learned Hennessey and enemies
is one heck of a mixture—you’re shitting
me—and the largest campaign rally
of primary season sprung up
on Saturday. In support of environmental
racism, the powers that be are unhappy
you’re here, throwing everything
to get people repeating.
I know you like to lay low.
I’ve been peepin’
what you bringing to the table.
Like a cam commandeering
a tortilla farmer
you cheesed me like a chatty man
which explains why Queen Street is poppin’
on Tuesdays. Dun kno!
Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni,
the one and only
Champagne popper, the love doctor
your baby mother call me when she lonely,
I finesse down Weston Road.
On their fashion-less asses
I been teaching classes
puffing purple
welcome to my power circle.
All a y’all what he called “Nasty People”
I been down so long it look like up to me.
I wonder who mo-fuckin’ representin’
in here, tonight?! 7-6-7 man,
this shit got double bedroom, man!
I just hit a switch. Switch! Switch!
How I go from
6 to 23 like I’m LeBron.
This the spirit in the ghost site
right now, Scarborough ting from time, style,
sucker-free shades tabled
later on a power motion
to make sure
women are not being paid
same as men. That’s too old.
Times were hard in Puerto Rico.
We were dying, we are an island
surrounded by water, lots and lots
of water, ocean water, that is a quote.
This the flow.
Top left, those ’97s look greezy fam,
we need to talk the “stealth exotic car” approach.
I don’t know ‘bout you
but now that Walcott’s dead,
I feel I can write:
Oh you fancy, huh?!
I started feelin’ the burn when he came down,
no cameras. Just him in a wheelchair
and a maniacal half-smile.
This is why I been sayin’, “no new friends.”
I’m so hot.
I’m so right now.
The time is now
to be uncompromising.
You know how this shit go.
Say my name say my name
if no one is around you
say baby I love you
I got fake people showin’
fake love to me
straight up to my face.
I don’t wanna tat
my name on anyone right now
so I know it’s real.
The health of forty million people
who live in poverty, let’s all get a field
away from the screens,
yo nice me
a juice box dawg.
I just need a reason
not to go out every evening.
These, I stan.
She was so arms,
she said I looked fat in my Caribana outfit
when the only heart attack
we should be talking about
is the one Wall Street is going to have.
Hairs did, nails did,
it’s too late for all that lovey dovey shit,
I’m your brother shit,
waste yutes always mallratting smack my head,
wherein potential totes lies.
Make you dance to this.
Make you.
Make you dance
make you dance to this—
Let there be interviews like confessions,
trigger fingers and twitter fingers,
and you getting bodied by a singin’ nigger?!
If your boy’s the light-skinned Keith Sweat,
I’m the light-skinned Boba Fett.
I’m upset.
50,000 on my head is disrespect.
That’s social death
while September 20th
is just one of those days
when your life change
forever, in other words,
I got more chunes for your head top
so watch how you speak on my name,
watch Da Breakdown
but wake up and nothing’s wrong,
’cept Penny finna get merked
if she tries to talk to my mans again.
Fear not. Two tokes
and I'm already blem fam—dirt long distance—
I need you—Patrice Lumumba—you
actin’ kinda shady keep callin’ me baby
why the sudden change? Pinkie ring
till I get a wedding ring.
That’s a real one in your reflection.
You don’t link nobody no more,
you just dash me away like a cyattie.
I be runnin’ ’round his mansion
with no panties like I’m Winnie.
You make me wanna buy a vest
and a TEC (skrr) and a Trek bike,
for the health to let the windpipe
be West Coast air freshened.
The time is now to be vocal fried.
Too much wahalla!
The time is now to be relentless.
That’s a long, long way.
When I returned from it,
svelte and swaddled in a dark blue
pinstripe suit, I came to your door
and wept, right where slavery evolved
into Jim Crow
evolved into Mass Incarceration
evolved into The Realities We Have Today,
maybe to some he’s Tio
maybe he’s something else to you:
“Liquid” means rewind,
“the Gun Shot” means forward
you requested it
so we rewind!
That’s the flow.
Yo lowkey, Comfort Zone is lit styll
you're so extra, Scarbs ain't even that bad.
You take my love for granted.
I just don’t understand it.
Nobody text me in a crisis.
I needed some shit
with some bop in it.
And since you picked up,
I know he’s not around.
Since 3000 Puerto Ricans did
not open their eyes this morning.
This the flow
that got the block-hot
shit-got-super-hot.
Boooooooom! Boom ! Boom! Booooooooom!
You know how that shit go,
running through the 6 with my woes.
Yo, you cheesed me, dog!
I’m on some Marvin Gaye shit.
I don’t eat bacon, I don’t fuck with cops.
I took you to the egg place,
then the Park Lane Presidential,
shout out dope piano bar
with the salted snack poles.
Someone said to me, it’s like your girlfriend
is our very own Beyoncé,
I ain’t g’on lie
I felt proud even
though I knew the whole time
you were hatin’ me.
Every so often the place was maximum rain:
green, white and red on my body
'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari,
mi wi give you everything
weh deh in my wallet
and in my pocket.
My summer diet is just Rosé
and calamari.
Yo this bee really tryna
come for me eh?! Run up freak!
This Arizona is mad bless right now.
Look, now you got me started.
Wagwan my G?!!, motorcycles scream
past the window,
Manchu Wok is lit right now,
you ain’t gonna get it all
anymore-real-pathways-to-Socialism
when today unbelievably,
that’s the beauty of the streets.
I’m no climate change expert.
I’m a climate change survivor.
God’s plan.
Holy Summer Controlla rollin’
deep in a Duppy mind,
I felt it, you musta dealt it,
diamonds on me like I’m meltin’,
if I get another chance to
I will never, no-never, neglect you.
Imma “pull-up, pull-up” in the month of May.
You can take that to the masked
banker, police helicopters hoovering
our row houses
the whole summer
while AK fire fetes
the hometown champs.
In its light we do not stunt.
For damn sure, we’re turnt up:
a bomb heat cyclone
all up in our feelings.
The feeling that ate the soft zone.
The feeling that lit the clouds,
each muralled block.
In its light we still.
In its stilled light.