20 of the Best Lyrics From Joey Badass’ ‘All-Amerikkkan Badass’ Album

"Holy cross on my back got a bullseye on it/I gotta get stoned to fulfill my moment/Oppress my oppressor, suppress the opponent/Channel my ancestor, he wouldn't condone it/In search of the healin' component/Said you would notice if you took notice/But you too nosey, better wake up"

"Word is bond, don't be alarmed/Don't let me have to sound the horn, and drop a bomb/Wanna get my mom a crib, with a lawn/Somethin' that my future kids, can run up on/That’s why I always do my best to carry on/Life is like game of chess, don’t be a pawn, my nigga"

"Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it’s a plane/No, it's the young Black god livin' out his dreams/What you mean? I been up on an ultralight beam/They don't wanna see you fly, they just gonna shoot your wings"

"Now everybody got vices, yeah/But wouldn't know what good advice is/Until they leave 'em lifeless/Another mama cryin', it's another crisis/Lord knows we just tryna live righteous/Are you willin' just to make the sacrifices?"

"Tell me how we gon’ shape this vision/Complainin' all day, but in the same condition/If you wanna make change, it's gon' take commitment/Some people enslaved by they religion/Can't emancipate them from the mental prisons/What I seen through optics transform to wisdom"

"You told to follow suit, but tell me what it do for you?/Except weigh you down, now you trapped inside the cubicle they built for us/The first step into change is to take notice/Realize the real games that they tried to show us/300 plus years of them cold shoulders/Yet 300 million of us still got no focus"

"We been lacking the vision and barely making a living/We too worried to fit in while they been benefitin'/Every time you submittin', we all guilty admit it/The Lord won't get you acquitted, but you still ask for forgiveness/Put opiates in syringes then inject his religion"

"Okay, just gettin' better each day/Stackin' that cheddar, cheesecake/Look up to the Lord, we pray, tryna be my best each day/And 'til I'm laid to rest we lay, yeah/'Til the time bein', we lit/Hopin' I don't let it get all in my head/I don't need the money just to say that I'm rich/Couple little honeys wanna get in my bed"

"I put my pain on the cadence, turn my brain up a wavelength/Now we're flowin' and sailin', so just go with the feelin'/Baby, soak up the vibe/Let's roll some dope up, get high/We gon' blow smoke in the sky/'Til we can't open our eyes"

"Why you can't recognize my stride?/Always gotta minimize my pride/Always gon' criticize my moods/I can't make one mistake, it's no room/Feelin' like I gotta leave real soon/I'ma say, 'Namaste,' and just bloom"

"I said niggas pop shit all the time/Me I don't trip 'cause they know I'm never lyin'/Lookin' between the lines/Feel like Ali in his prime/As-Salaam-Alaikum, Alaikum Salaam" - Joey Bada$$

"It's off-white, leveled the hard/You ball, might come with a charge/Your kids don't know you no more/Your girl's draws stay on the floor/No phone call accepted in weeks/Your son picked up on your beef" - ScHoolboy Q

"I was born runnin' with the baton/Now I'm known as the young intellectual don/Until I'm gone, where I'm from, the real don't get along/With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm/You don't want none, no beef could never hurt me/I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey"

"Attack with the backlash, where's my cash at?/Runnin' all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack/Goin' off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadillac/Havin' flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back/Hit 'em with the blackjack, goin' through a stack fast/I snap with the raps, I make 'em bring the whole track back"

"'Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh/Flowin' religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh/Feelin' invincible, this here is nothin' new/This is just principle, take notes, if I were you/They say I'm a clumsy king, how I be droppin' jewels/But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose" - Joey Bada$$

"My dead presidents ain’t dead enough/Blew a zip to the head, still ain't red enough/Pray to Jesus, hope he got you/No I'm not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News/Niggas built the country but never givin' they props due/Payin’ for my people, I'm still payin' for my pops dues" - Styles P

"The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator/Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I'm greater/I be countin' my paper, forever fuck all the majors/Did it all on my own, don't owe nobody no favors/It's clear, I'm heir to the throne, I've been the best in my zone/Internationally known, forever Brooklyn's own" - Joey Bada$$

"I run to aboriginal, Christ, Haile Selassie/Hear them call some other name/Them other guy nuh qualified/A long long time mi see ah idiot a try/Tell me America is the land of the free, that's a lie" - Chronixx

"How much does a man need? How much can he hoard before his greed?/How can a rich father teach humbleness to his seed?/Just questions, the stubborn all get taught tough lessons/I look at all I got like, 'What's missin'?'/God is my only guess, 'cause yes, faith relieve the stress/I find peace again when I find Him and see I'm blessed" - J. Cole

"Look at what they did to me, can I get a witness please?/Justice never served, reparations never sent to me/It's clear who the enemy, they declare war on the end of me/Assassinate my character, buryin' my entity/But they can't kill my energy, so when it's said and done/They forever gon' remember me"