Chorus:
Down, looking down on me
Down, they look down on me
Verse 1:
(Ai yo) it's 6 on the dot, and I'm shot, but cannot
Dip like I got, they want robots!
Well I am not robotic, I'm iconic, you're psychotic
So to hell with you're hypnotic idiotic demonics!
All you want are dollars! All I want is respect
Your logic is toxic, yet you couldn't care less
I refuse to subscribe, and for this I am hexed?
Sometimes I think you forget that FiO Baby be blessed!
Write, rap, mix, then perform with finesse
Record, act, shoot, cut! I know you're impressed
I refuse to be machine, Adderall and caffeine
No more brown paper bags, no more Seamless cuisine
Michael have you seen your numbers? You just let down the team!
That's thousands of dollars that we'll never redeem
And still I'll stare you in eye, as you're passing me by
When you refuse to say hi because you're dissatisfied!
f*ck you!
Chorus:
Down, looking down on me
Down, they look down on me
Verse 2
They love coming to conclusions without knowing the plot
No clock! telling time, when they don't own a watch
Toc tick, tick toc it's Hiroshima inside
Katrina mixed with Sandy zero FEMA arrives
And still I survive, strive to fix what's broken
But promotion turned to coaching, and then coaching turned to roasting
Said I'm "coasting and I'm floating", though I know I'm just outspoken Oh and so they think they know son, but no they really don't and
E.Y told me to master my craft
Poor bast*rd doesn't know that it isn't the dash
Poor bast*rd doesn't understand the talent I have
Poor bast*rds high command don't mean sh*t where I stand
8.1.7. The takeover begins
Pound 16, we start from within
Say goodbye to all the tyranny
I'm taking those whom dear to me, only those sincere with me
I'm birthing the Nu family!