Peaky - Statement lyrics

So if you're terrified to listen
Take a mental incision
And travel backwards I'll show you how
I came to be gifted
And painted pictures of racist caverns and
Scriptures they take as fractured
And twisted minds
Proving that the system's a lie
Do they really listen to the stories I tell?
Or do they judge it by
The instruments and instantly shelf?
And think I'm crude and insensitive
All I do is bring censorship
To it's knees, please
Tell me that you know what I meant by this
(Uh)
I'm not as simple as you people might think
'Cos I've seen richer than rich
And people clutching the sink
And using needles as medicine I
Used weed as a medicine
I experiment but who can say
To weed they're a celebit?
Ain't a montonal lifestyle: Colours collect
And maybe we don't see that really life
Is good as a white child
When one out of six that's
Getting stopped by the pigs
Has got a paler complexion
A fact that they never mention
It's only - telling the truth
Through this music I use
But some don't get it
And they think I'm out to get me some credit
And talking shit for the sake of it i'm
Not sure what to make of it, so I

(Peaky) dumb it down (down, down, down)
I Dumb it down (down, down, down)
I Dumb it down (down, down, down)
(A Tribe Called Quest)
But most MCs ain't ready yet!

So many times I'm ashamed by my lines
But still I water down the truth
And replace it with hype
'Cos if I'm rapping for sales they
Need to feel like brail
And if I stick to what I
See then my audience fails
What kind of industry is this?
I feel clinically pissed
I might just roll another spliff and
Give the clinic a miss
And write a lyric or six
About how emptying clips is something cool
And then maybe it'll make me a hit
Except it won't though
Seeing as they already know
That I'm intelligent
Irrelevantly critics'll flip
And tell me what I should or
Shouldn't speak about in my lyrics
As if if they held my position they
Could do how I did it! And so I - stay on my
Grizzle and listen as blocks sizzle
A little bit lost
Is it just silly to drop riddles when little-
To no listeners'll pick up the plot
Some only care for the gwop others
Can sneer at my snocks
So hear my lyrics with subtlety and
Then clear it'll come to thee
Why these prodigal souls hustle and
Rob for the luxury
I'm not wrong, but I'm younger
And under the friendly bumper
No-one wants to take a lesson i'm sensing
They want my hunger so I