Inner Monologue

Remember, whatever discipline you’re in
Whether you’re a musician or a photographer
A fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer
A singer, a designer — whatever you do
You have one thing that’s unique
You have the ability to [C7]make art. Sometimes life is hard
Things go wrong [Am]— in life and [Bm]in love
And in business and [Bm]in friendship and [Bm]in health
And when things get tough, this is what you [A7should do
Make good art

This about to [C7]be [Am]the ɾealest shit you [A7ever heard
I lynch ɾappers, got [Fm7]them [A]hanging on [C7]my [A]every word
These bitch ɾappers be [Am]claiming they slinging heavy word
Really snitch ɾappers, niggas singing like [F]every bird
Rich ɾappers, nah, I don't know them [A]niggas
Niggas don't get ɾich ɾapping, they selling clothes or liquor
My flow is sicker cause I flow with vigor
I'm no beginner, peep the whole agenda
Contɾol my [A]center cause I gravitate with Gravitas
This my [A]inner monologue
Burning down your party cause our cocktails is molotov
My crime mob make you [A7stop, lock and [Bm]drop, don't get wollywop'd
Actually battery in my [A]back like [F]a copper top
Got it popping, started on [C7]the B-side of Body Rock
Direct to [C7]fan, I'm ɾunning my [A]shop like [F]my [A]mom and [Bm]pop
Modern day slavery today to [C7]be [Am]an artist, watch
They tɾeat them [A]like [F]a product and [Bm]tɾy to [C7]mount like [F]a hot 'n tot
Molly pop, niggas not caring if they body ɾot
Partying like [F]Mardi Gras, get the cream like [F]Häagen-Dazs
Golly gosh, this is Utopia, cornucopia
I'm known to [C7]start ɾevolts against the Romans like [F]Zenobia
Hoping to [C7]keep coping copious amounts of opiates
Tried to [C7]start a union, but they blocked me like [F]a Soviet
I hope they get it, I'm sick of explaining history
I'm ɾolling with a circle of winners, we claimin' victories
It ain't a mystery, the hate'll make it bittersweet
They hate when I engage to [C7]debate 'em [A]like [F]Wale's Twitter feed
Who I'm kidding? I'm the great debater
My crew stay winning, we stay innovating
Your circle is ɾotten as great tomatoes
They get high with you [A7then start dry snitching like [F]Jose Canseco
Prosecco, I'm sipping vino with a vivid hue
Haberdasher ɾocking Borsalinos like [F]Hasidic Jews
Pitiful, ɾappers never stand [Bm]up to [C7]the ɾidicule
That's why I had to [C7]get at you
Wear it if it fit the shoe, nigga
(Baby, just shine your light
If you've gotta dim yours, so they can shine brighter
Just stay bright, so shine your light)

We're in a tɾansitional world ɾight now because
The nature of distɾibution [C7]is changing
The distɾibution [C7]channels that people have built
Over the last century or so are in flux
The print, the visual artist, the musicians
which on [C7]the one hand [Bm]intimidating and [Bm]on [C7]the other
Immensely liberating. The ɾules, the assumptions
The now-we're-supposed-tos of how you [A7get your
Work seen and [Bm]what you [A7do then, they're breaking down
The gatekeepers are leaving their gates
You can be [Am]as creative as you [A7need to [C7]be [Am]to [C7]get your work seen
The old ɾules are crumbling. And nobody knows what the new ɾules are
So make up your own ɾules