[Kevin Abstract]
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew ´bout NSYNC ´fore cash could rule me

Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas, that like niggas that sing
Homophobic, I tried to gang-bang
I tried to get laid, I had to get paid
Hopped off the ship, I land on my feet
In Corpus Christi I got my own street
Running this shit like its a track meet
I had to go back home, I seen too many niggas dying a week
Now get my dawgs black wealth, let ´em live well
What a miracle we dreamed a million stories to tell
You are now tuned in, baby, to the new classic
New machine, keep the beats, keep ´em dancing

[Kevin Abstract]
Don´t shoot up the party
Don´t shoot up the party, please

Please, don´t shoot up the party
Don´t shoot up the party, please
Please, don´t shoot up the party
Don´t shoot up my party, please
Please (Please, please), please (Please, please)
[Matt Champion]
This a jam for your whims and your woes
For the people in the back standin´ on they tippy toes
Don´t give a damn what the journalist wrote
Always dead inside like they in the catacombs
On the prowl like a lion in the storm
Watchin´ for the prey that might slit his throat
It´s about time that I let your ass know
Ya´ll deserved the guillotine even more (Oh, oh)
Kiss my ass, treat my balls like it´s mistletoe
Fuck dash, get cash by the truckload
Made this album with my dawgs, but the city closed

You in for a hell of a ride (Oh, oh)
This a good time, know I´m damn right
Order every single bottle of the best wine
Fuck if I know, need it all though
Dedicate this to my family in Chicago

[ Kevin Abstract and Joba]
Stay down, I´m sorry
Stay down, you´re ugly (Oh, oh)
The people need more than money
These white people don´t love me (Oh, oh)
Stay down, I´m sorry
Stay down, I´m hungry (Oh, oh)
Don´t need you to love me
Fuck you, come fuck me
I know
[Kevin Abstract]
Don´t shoot up the party

Don´t shoot up the party, please
Please, don´t shoot up the party
Don´t shoot up the party, please
Please, don´t shoot up the party
Don´t shoot up my party, please
Please (Please, please), please (Please, please)

[ Joba & *Kevin Abstract*]
What´s the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon´ miss you
Never know what I been through
What´s the issue?
Why you gotta grab that pistol?
Think about who gon´ miss you
Never know what they might do
*Don´t shoot up the party, don´t shoot up the p-*