Silence is doubt,
That’s what my parents say, imma build me some clout:
multiply from this charm, rhythms they start
to count. You believing in quantity, me believing in
drought. Asked him bout Latinos in Compton, he said
I don’t usually count. Demanded what are you doing
I said taking my time, you wanna rush Spanish I made
this country mine, Los Angeles a Nueva York ain’t
by design. We repetitious accent, heard ya Collard Green rhyme
Spittin’ DO DO DO after playin’ accent part time
How many rappers gunna take this tongue out for a ride?
What the Latino say?
I want a piece of your mind,
That’s what Latinos say, give me a line
in one of ya songs, really you act surprised?
Always forgetting our presence in these racial divides.
Telling you you made maids of Latinos, mockery of my
people, felt invisible hands on the way to the steeple.
Equity at this height? Really, we be Alright
If you only reflect on generational sight
diverse with so much well versed intention,
Look at my heritage before you mention
What the Latino say?
My piece is mine
That’s what mi gente say, I need to decline
any features to beg, so satisfy my design
Do it all for language from the rhyme
to the vanquish, like to live in your palate
where everything is this anguish, What I’m saying
to you? Nod your head to the truth:
Lengua is power, fuck on a new flow every hour,
I couldn’t be prouder, till Kendrick translates the
HiiPower, entonces imma call it HiiPoder, make it ours
¡Joder, no esperaba eso, then I recommend you stop
y playback mi proceso, este lenguaje es nuestro,
ALL this Hip-Hop shit es nuestro I spit it
quick y plentiful, todos mis compañeros comieron
y ahora nunca se olvidaron:
No matter what you do, what you say
I shall comer las frutas de mi fuerza
when I perform again.
No matter what you do, what you say
I shall comer las frutas de mi fuerza
when I perform again.
[Note: title inspired by Aracelis Girmay and Marcus Wicker]
