Kyori the Okapi - Can't Fix the Basic Lyrics

Basic, these muthafuckas ain't shit
Just simpletons on the fake tip
Acting like they run the game, when it's really their mouths
Doing marathons, all for the clout
I ain't in doubt because I mean it
Seeing how their demeanor won't break a femur
That's coming from the dreamer with no Beamer
But why would I need these 100K cars
When me and my fellow artists are making unheard bars
I'm a Crazy Rich Asian without the middle name
With little fame I have, I just fiddle in the game
But won't you riddle me this
How come there isn't more brothers and sisters getting press
Now it's just a meme that we be oppressed
Now I'm stressed longer
Hurting more from the hunger
Under-represented on media
Where they fiending ya
And only use you as a token colored face
And make it seem that they cool with another race
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
All this talk of what I embody
When I just body every beat that I take and make
I'm never fake to get hotties
And probably bottled up all the bubbly for when we make it
Or get the sake for heaven's sake
God forbid someone shakes it
But I ain't sipping nothing until all my people at the top
And I finna riot if they gentrify our town and shops
Took us too long to get up in the spotlight
There's something wrong with United State apartheid
Woah, I forgot to breathe a sec
With these hate crimes, we've got to keep a TEC
And I gotta build my ego
'Cause people taking shots at us, like free throws
I'm sick of downplaying myself and calling it humility
When all the POC hate ain't the only thing killing me
Gun a sibling down, claiming cop civility
So I'll wet MAGA hat, then blame it on humidity (OW!)
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
No one can fix the basic with all the fake shit
Fuck a dog telling us we can't make it
Like we're the wrong color or we're the wrong gender
Calling some of us bitch and the others "world ender"
Let us send a message to them snowflakes now
I don't need a trey-pound to melt them all down
'Cause my mouth be my heater, my 60 millimeter
Since I'm ill as fuck, they assume I got a fever
We're AmeriKKKa's least wanted and most taunted
The ones prone to be ghosted or seen as hoes flaunted
Undaunted, we be, 'though fucked from the start
They can take our funds, but not funk with our hearts
We losing out on feta, 'cause they're thinking "anyone is better"
Hoping we cause a vendetta for their clickbait header
Now they got what they were looking for
They finna make a profit on exploiting the poor
And stray away from another face like ours
And focus on booty shaking and nice cars
They want an image, and no one ever looking at art
Even though we spit game and tight bars
And so we be going ham, like Sam I Am
But that fucker ain't my father, 'though I murdered the jam
I'm not some K-Pop pretty boy
Or Kung-Fu kiddie toy
My name is Killah Kyori
I'm the shortie killing allegories (POW!)
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
Can't fix the basic, can't fix the basic
Stupid muthafuckas ain't tryna face shit
Uh, and the basic ain't fixed
Us people and fake shit can't mix
Uh, fix the basic
Fix the basic
Fix the basic

Basic, these muthafuckas ain't shit
Just simpletons on the fake tip
Acting like they run the game, when it's really their mouths
Doing marathons, all for the clout
I ain't in doubt because I mean it
Seeing how their demeanor won't break a femur
That's coming from the dreamer with no Beamer
But why would I need these 100K cars
When me and my fellow artists are making unheard bars
I'm a Crazy Rich Asian without the middle name
With little fame I have, I just fiddle in the game
But won't you riddle me this
How come there isn't more brothers and sisters getting press
Now it's just a meme that we be oppressed
Now I'm stressed longer
Hurting more from the hunger
Under-represented on media
Where they fiending ya
And only use you as a token colored face
And make it seem that they cool with another race
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
All this talk of what I embody
When I just body every beat that I take and make
I'm never fake to get hotties
And probably bottled up all the bubbly for when we make it
Or get the sake for heaven's sake
God forbid someone shakes it
But I ain't sipping nothing until all my people at the top
And I finna riot if they gentrify our town and shops
Took us too long to get up in the spotlight
There's something wrong with United State apartheid
Woah, I forgot to breathe a sec
With these hate crimes, we've got to keep a TEC
And I gotta build my ego
'Cause people taking shots at us, like free throws
I'm sick of downplaying myself and calling it humility
When all the POC hate ain't the only thing killing me
Gun a sibling down, claiming cop civility
So I'll wet MAGA hat, then blame it on humidity (OW!)
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
No one can fix the basic with all the fake shit
Fuck a dog telling us we can't make it
Like we're the wrong color or we're the wrong gender
Calling some of us bitch and the others "world ender"
Let us send a message to them snowflakes now
I don't need a trey-pound to melt them all down
'Cause my mouth be my heater, my 60 millimeter
Since I'm ill as fuck, they assume I got a fever
We're AmeriKKKa's least wanted and most taunted
The ones prone to be ghosted or seen as hoes flaunted
Undaunted, we be, 'though fucked from the start
They can take our funds, but not funk with our hearts
We losing out on feta, 'cause they're thinking "anyone is better"
Hoping we cause a vendetta for their clickbait header
Now they got what they were looking for
They finna make a profit on exploiting the poor
And stray away from another face like ours
And focus on booty shaking and nice cars
They want an image, and no one ever looking at art
Even though we spit game and tight bars
And so we be going ham, like Sam I Am
But that fucker ain't my father, 'though I murdered the jam
I'm not some K-Pop pretty boy
Or Kung-Fu kiddie toy
My name is Killah Kyori
I'm the shortie killing allegories (POW!)
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
What they say about our come-up?
Um, nothing can be done
Then they see where we at
Yo, fuck where you from
The only needs that they have are
Fuckin', money, and guns
Any ways to fix this?
Bitch, there are none
Can't fix the basic, can't fix the basic
Stupid muthafuckas ain't tryna face shit
Uh, and the basic ain't fixed
Us people and fake shit can't mix
Uh, fix the basic
Fix the basic
Fix the basic