NULL & VOID (feat. Real Thorough) Video (MV)

Yeah
Ohya
Look
They hiding the truth from us the lies start coming to light
Evil intentions revealed when speech and act don't coincide
Null and void, shit stay over there don't come on this side
Lil man, 13 years old with a gun on his side
Said if they try jumping him again he gon let it fly
He drawing lines and putting dots on em like the letter I
Lower case, learned from the streets but still ill advised
Forward faced, but plagued by trauma he can't leave behind
Why the ones that look just like me so keen on divide
Must be genetic memory we come from similar tribes
Passed through our subconscious mind without us even deciding
From field niggas hating the house niggas for being inside
Who's to blame, shit he pledged allegiance to the hood he own no property in
But still huggin the block
His whole family grew up over here his mother his pops
But walk across the street, technically his cousin a opp
They used to play the game, when they was young, and played pop warner
But as they got older, they grew apart as the days got longer
Around the summertime in LA, when most bodies dropping
Cuz got Blood spilt over Hoods like Trayvon Martin
Ohya
Ohya
Cuz got Blood spilt over Hoods like Trayvon Martin
How family turn to nothing over hoods thats out of pocket
He high powered back against the wall left without an option
They hate to see proud and positive
They'd rather see niggas die
While your favorite hip-hop bloggers capitalizing off genocide
Why your favorite hip-hop bloggers capitalizing off genocide
Is ya'll on demon time or walking with God ya'll better pick a side
Sick society they hide the truth in plain sight
And when they lying I can tell something ain't right
My cousin sat down for twenty sever straight rounds
And came back as ShowTime electrifying crowds
The legendary play caller on the yard
Return the Chick Hern way up he set the bar
We gotta be the most resilient out of three fifty million
We them ones dominate all lanes we end up in
Revisionists replace the facts of how they act
Remove our stories from their books in the classes
Pretend we didn't invent math and organized society
Then taught them during the Molly Dynasty
But they couldn't understand community
What a shame
In the end it's just you and me all the same
My people were never individualistic beings
We're connected with all living things and mysteries
Why your favorite hip-hop bloggers capitalizing off genocide
Is ya'll on demon time or walking with God ya'll better pick a side
I said born in 1987
Living inside your momma basement
Patronize your colonizers
That's why you live with self hatred
Living with your daddies daddies hindrance
What homeostasis?
You speak about it so vivid but can't show them places
You built this narrative feeding to these white kids in suburbs
Ignoring the pain and the circumstances of the ones hurt
See that's why Vic Mensa had called you out your name in public
Might get ran down on in public
Show you these ain't fairytales