"Unrelatable"

Beef Godzay Katana Lyrics: "I'm unrelatable I'm unrelatable I'm just too unrelatable I'm unrelatable I'm unrelatable, I've been through Hell Well, as described by in a hedonistic King James Bible and Germanic folktales Peers shoot through the microscope glass ceiling of these studios, wards n cells Jerking off on each other for real I have concrete evidence internationally available on my URL Have you heard of it or are you inert? I know the feel, sight and smell, and sound of the lowest caste So go tell your friend I'm unrelatable America's stable, yea, but happens when the stable's full A nice removed, slow burn genocide Stack em on top of each other Get those pro IT's in a high-freq think tank, laughing gas n acid rain em til the glass is half full Send the middle class to Afghanistan and Iraq Watch how Wisconsin, Illinois put The Midwest on the map Oh, The Middle East, where is that exactly? Poke a fascist in the crapper cause this is ass backwards First world standards, heavily cancered, mercury and lead in our taps You're Goddamn right I wear a rubber Fucking these bubbly, flubber, jibber-jabber Gabby's, Zoe's, Lexi's and Ashley's This bastard a fuck you mathematically Leave you dripping enamored, barely breathing, asthmatic Like I wrapped your head in plastic n gave you an accent, like you just got back from camping These HR ho's should Go-Pro and move to the coast I tell better jokes, scientifically, than roasters They still tell me don't sing, don't rap, don't dance, don't write – just die Go back to Africa, Europe, Asia – or wherever I came from And if I got a problem with the empire, America says, "Friendly fire, we have Internet, we know how the government restricts what we experience" And as an original writer is considered outspoken I guess that means we're all in agreement with the status quo Oh, highly esteemed believer in slavery, compartmentalization, laziness and the bravery of the 1% or less Ain't no way anywhere near 99% of y'all are worth shit Collecting other peoples' checks, doin it in the name of materialistic obsessions No one to hold, no brain control, without a key or a note from the soul Please keep listening to G-Eazy, Young Thug, A$AP and Post Malone They know who I am But I guarantee if you ask, they got too little time for the reason they get plaques These anorexical beasts, anxiety filled, quote unquote bosses are so mixed up they a toss a salad to relax Behind closed doored ass fag I'm out here 100 y'all cuntrags Instead of looking at a ballot, they're trying to find balance We should never once have near a 50/50 standing This is America, not White slash Black land and everyone else take an Ambien Asians and Indians get the White Card – nice Mexican's aren't considered Black, right? Or not, I'm on the spot I just woke a demon in your unconscious Just creating dialogue but you won't mention who said it Cause you know I'm the best and you keep a chain around my dirty slave neck You know it's true and so do I But who's a slave and who's White, Black, Brown, Purple, Orange, Yellow, Red, Pink, Tan, Olive Oooh yum, olives"