Cuuuckooo! Brace yourself
This that OG **** – Orchestral Gangsta
Symphony Savage
We bout to put classical music up in your hips
(let it happen)
Let’s get it!..
Poets have fun too
Revolution aint all we come to
We get tired / we feel like being done too
We get freaky and we need to get us some too
(That’s right) Poets get wild too
Assholes in the movies getting loud too
Drinking, blazing doing what the crowd do
Get a symphony turnt up and rild too
(You know) Poets like to play too
We aint always got a deep place to take you
We get dumb like “It’s your birthday” too
Make noise for String Theory and Sekou!
(WOOOOOOO!) See, poets gotta eat too
Most times / we spit to try to reach you
Sometimes / we spit to try teach you
But this time / it’s **** that you can freak to:
(Dance)
I’m sorry (NOT SORRY)
Do I love too loud for you?
Is my future too now for you?
Does it scare you how unapologetically I love me?
That these diamonds in my eyes are conflict free
Was I supposed to RSVP?
To ask your permission to do me?
I hope you don’t mind my voice ‘cause I’m gon’ voice my mind
So I’m sorry (NOT SORRY)
Is my version too updated for your hardware?
Is my valuation too blockchain for your bank?
Don’t be vexed just cause you expected your boxes to check me
But instead I made checks too large for your box
Shit, I never told you I can’t inspire the world with a Mojito in my hand
That’s your glitch.
Poets have fun too!
We classical but we stunt too
We get tired / we feel like being done too
We get freaky and we need to get us some too
(I’m saying) Poets wanna dance too
Hit the floor with a glass in my hands too
Might drop it to the floor, get the chance to
Might party round the globe (Berlin too)
(Sweden too) Poets pay bills too
We cop cars and buy homes with skills too
We got stocks and feed kids with deals too
Don’t get outta bed for less than a mil too
(I’m playing) Poets gotta eat too
Most times / we spit to try to reach you
Sometimes / we spit to try teach you
But this time/ it’s **** we finna freak to:
(Dance)
I’m sorry (NOT SORRY)
Does the can’t in my conform violate your norm?
Does the brash in my brass cause you stress?
Are my trombones too trap for your chest?
Is my symphony too savage AF?
Did you forget that
that every tradition was once innovation,
every convention was once called invention?
So I’m sorry (NOT SORRY)
If you find it scandalous that
we are Viola’s and Rhymes
getting away with murdering this track
We popped one string on each of our cellos
to give our string section a lil pop
Replaced the missing string on guitars with vocal chords
so that our music speaks to the lost
It’s not our fault you forgot
that we’re just as broken as you
(Just as perfect too)
That every healing word we spit was meant first
to mend our own fractures
from bashing our heads against the lie
of glass ceilings stained with sky
So we don’t care if it’s a tradition or a rule,
a curse or a wall,
We refuse to leave this life
‘til we all break something!
Poets get lit too
Round here quartets talk **** too
Poets like to play too
We aint always got a deep place to take you
Sometimes we got stupid **** to say too
Make noise for String Theory and Sekou!
(CUUUCKOOOOOO!) See, poets gotta eat too
Most times / we spit to try to reach you
But this time / I ain’t even trying to teach you
ST: Give me something I can freak to!
(Dance)
Poets have fun too
(Speak on it) Poets get lit too
(Let it breathe) Poets have fun too…
Violins wanna play too…
Horns gotta eat too…
Drums …