Outsiders lyrics

[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes, yes

[Verse 1]

Fuck rap, fuck game, fuck gimmicks, son

I watch courtside, Jack Nicholson

They're jokers, no soul, no women

And everybody want a single man, gold diggin'

You know it's shit but most of you roll with it

Find current in the mainstream, drown in it

It's so bitch, no risk, so finished

We're so frigid, no fucks, don't fit in

But that's cool, you can have rap

There's more politics than Syria and Baghdad

That's why I drop bombs on 'em, the outcast pilot

Hit them with the drone 'til I run out of Avgas

Then touchdown in Melbourne, hometown

Just to go and spin wax with the rest of the Rat Pack

Plottin' how to take over the globe and make the people go like

[Verse 2]

Add these young gurus, Premo with the skill

Leaning at the wheel, the movement we're steering

Laughing at your videos like Key and Peele

'Cause we don't really feel the style that you're stealing

Yeah, you're just a bunch of Winona Ryders

But you can't even do it yourself, you need writers

To do it for you, man, it's sad the game's like this

That's why we stay outside, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus]

We are the outsiders (Again)

Looks like we're the outsiders (Again)

Yeah, we are the outsiders (Again)

And they won't ever be on our side

But that's fine and dandy

Being me's all like candy now

[Verse 3]

Fuck blogs, fuck mags, fuck press

Trying to monetise my black card like Amex

Soon as it's a slow news day, they turn a struggle into clickbait

You turn our struggle into clickbait, oh, you are a disgrace

Make us look like we act worse than Nic Cage

Like Muhammad, we fought to get in this place

Love to all before the kid this page

Open endorse for my skin shade

But media's like the hub (They never leave)

They didn't post shit on us, now they post shit on us

Like a colostomy nurse (It's fuckin' weak)

But white rappers out here saying "nigga" and they cool with it?

Ah, I see how this works, hmm

Every time you call for an interview

Trying to make me rise and fall for your ridicule

Just for Facebook likes, faves on your Twitter too

Too, t-too many sheep following Complex

To see what they need to tweet

And since Black rights is the flavour of the week

They scroll our profiles, profile like police, and

So the result make our pain look cheap

But when it's time for real change, they don't speak

It's hands off the keys, another reminder

For the rest of our lives, we'll be outsiders

[Chorus]

We are the outsiders (Again)

Looks like we're the outsiders (Again)

We are the outsiders (Again)

And they won't ever be on our side

But that's fine and dandy

Being me's all like candy now