Flagrant - David Biga, D. Mac

People need to learn patience

No room to talk that’s flagrant

If there’s no point in your movement

All hate no love thats flagrant

Us people

Can we be equal

Its unfortunate

Some are less fortunate

Hopefully this verse

Causes an ordinance

Just gotta stay patient

Gotta stay thankful

Higher power could be the savior

Believe it can save you

Open ya third eye

Yes this day could take you

But never let the hate make or break you

Getting tangled with intangibles

And if you only call on God when the beckon dawns

Reckon life ain’t goin' be long

Never let the hate make or break you

Let it shape you

Nobody else is like you

Nobody else is like me

I got work to do

With these views

I’m not saying I’m perfect

But if you smile it makes it worth it

(But if you smile it makes it worth it)

Nobody else is like you (you)

Nobody else is like me (me)

Disassembled his patience

Rearranged it

Living with flagrance

Got free agents

Living in the basement

They won’t come out until he’s famous

He’s complacent

With not being complacent

Guess it’s contagious

When yawning catch their faces

Willow tree walking

Feel the fragrance

Stay a second

He wasn’t finished

Learned from lessons

It wasn’t scripted

But he paid attention

Under tension

Forgot to mention

He was never mentioned

Guess ya should of pay attention

Flip the message

Leave em second guessing

Since adolescence

He’s been a blessing

An aggressive vessel

Rebel on the pedal

Demonstrating progressive expression

Babble on

Dabbled wrong

On Amazon

Bought the autobahn

Crayon scribbling

Sprinkle on some Parmesan

Swing from clouds

Tarzan off the loud

Not broken when bounced

Murder beats with a flagrant sound

Hopped off the greyhound

Welcome to the battleground

Where body is lost

And identify is found

Feel free to look around

This is his home now

Not his burial ground

Always on the prowl

Soul of an Afghan hound

No comparisons

Quit comparing him

Most artists sound the same

Guess they should take artist

Away from name

Present culture putting all in a frame

And since they all chip off the same block

Their heads rot

When they all try to flip the same rock

They shame Pac

Wish-wash

All talk

Phonies

Call all y’all Tony

Here’s his testimony

Like something holy

Like a polished trophy

Let it rest up on ya

In this case

Him is me

He is we

Get to know me

He created this beat

Listen while he speaks

With flagrant techniques

Solid formed concrete

Opposite from obsolete

Playing for keeps

Pay no mind to shameful critiques

Far from peak

Rubbing on her cheeks

The peace is something intended to increase

Not shifting beliefs

Each release

Leaving the streets

Covered in Grease

Claiming you own the game

Hope you kept your receipt

He murders beats and won’t cease to repeat

His voice lives on even when he’s deceased (gone)