Ebony and Ivy League

A knight in shining armor's just a coward in battle

You really ain't an artist till you're branded a vandal

Both worlds inside of me are parallel and Siamese

Two sides to one coin, ebony and Ivy League

Staring at the bright lights of night writing space bars

And waiting on my spaceship to come so I can take off

My city's so hard Bruce Wayne kept his day job

Harriet's chariot has morphed into a Maybach

Puff on the clematis, marijuana sedatives

Sparking controversy saying "Fuck a token president"

Gentrification's displacing residents from tenements

How Indians remember it, it's similar to settlement

But I'm supposed to smile now like I don't remember shit

I'll Face the fake poets like "who the fuck you better than?"

Snatch up the honors cause I'm way beyond mentioning

Writing words of black history with penmanship

You can find Christ where the lepers and the lames at

I preach like Peter from the wrong side of the train tracks

Brooklyn's home to biggie so ain't nothing here minimal

Silent when the cops knock and know the ones who did it too

Native sons rocking business suits and bulletproofs

Dressed up to the nines, you can call me mister nigger fool

Legendary athletes balling by a trash heap

Watching out for those who blast heat and out of black Jeeps

Block's hot enough it wore my sole to my black feet

I get carried away, guess I'm Black Gatsby

Folks ask me son how to make it to a phantom?

A tree grows in Brooklyn but it's hard to stay planted

Focused on my passions now, CREAM ain't getting handed out

Homies failed to notice 'cause they're way too busy swagging out

Have to thank my father that his discipline was handed down

Earned some money trading stocks and put it my cash account

Most at home probably ask "Homie what you mad about?"

Though I swear I'll never be the type to bring the hammers out

I stamp and shout thrashing like I'm wildin' in a battle ground

I'm mad enough to go and smack the fire out a dragon's mouth

Turns out this city pigeon learned to brandish his talents

So I'm writing out the classics cuz my opus is magnus

And I'm weighing love and hate on either side of the balance

In one hand is a ruger rifle, the other holds a bible

I reminisce on early days, we couldn't pay the light bill

The same kid who Ivy towers over like the Eifel

Ima chase my biggest idols till they're more like my rivals

My visage like the Predator, I'm hunting down a senator

For giving ghettoes crack, I know Reagan set us up