Self-Made Follownaire - Shabazz Palaces

We was coming from the shadowy regions

A slight light with the well-born pride

The threshold of immediate consequences

Revealing tonight was the night

I knew who I was when I was seven

No reverence for the reverent

All this pomp and circumstance

The fakeness is ridiculous, the pump will make them dance

Styling with your new girl

Fishwrap and champagne

Blacks clad in all white

Backstage on Front street

Well-known nobodies

A murder mouth with no bodies

Self-loathing narcissist

Body-sized icons

Cast in a false light

Soldiers of fortune

Spawned in the future

Self-made selfie stars

(Lest he grows to nothing)

Abolishing tomorrow (Dynamite)

On the wrong side of pimp bitch

Style-less stylists

Bloodless heart groans

Deep fried deep bliss

Heel hell holy hunks

Soulless soul singer

Mindless, dreamless

Every field success stories

Star in thrillers about boredom

Two thumb tap tricks

Make it rain on a scorched phone

Ku Klux slave hags

Kneel to the plastic gods

Collateral damaged hearts

Killed by a drunk drum

On a sweet deal, sic' em

Speeding down the long way

Pillow talk undergivers

Selfie stick samurais

Self-made follownaires

So how much you don’t care?

Every move’s a masturbate

Watch the D boy diva out

Trapped in a free market

These are the times

Wrecking the world

Was the best days of our lives

Illuminati thoughts trying to scratch my mind’s screen

This the type of glitch happens just our times

All the feds request for my audience

'Cause I’m at the behest of my master’s voice

Rhythm, groove, melody, crescendo, loop

room for air by an ancient truce

Gino feel the clip, can you snatch me up?

Holy water sips out the plastic cups

Rubies in my mind is a bright motif

Lighted up in lime Paradise Sportif

Everything I spoke served to crack their code

So bury me alive back in Dookie gold