Good Year

[Chorus: Jamica Monae]
Whenever I’m here, it’s a good year. We ain’t got no troubles. We ain’t got fears. A cookout, Xbox, and a load of beer. Every shade and culture you can count appear. We’re unstoppable.


[Verse 1: Electronic Jack]
What a time to be alive and witness the rise of those who strive. I pride myself in what I’ve applied to the talents I hide. I’m tied with the only competition which is my mind. Abide by my own rules and dare a devil while blind. I’m the great black hope before the CIA smuggled coke, in our growing neighborhoods to break up family and folks. Switch up the black woman’s image from mammy to broke, then smoke the youth who aren’t indoctrinated by the pope. To paint us as miscreants, that tear white cunt, and breed mixed runts to further push colorism.


Back in slavery, they used to just cut out our tongues. Then tried to censor our freedom of speech in music medium. So now the cops leave crates of guns in Chicago. Undercovers startin’ wars to decrease our population slow. Allow the pedestal of leaders to-be celebs who tell jokes. While black suits are their new form of fashion instead of white cloaks.


And we croak, on the same food that they’re poisoning. Then recall later when the percentages are boiling. Spoiling the rich, crippling the poor, or using us as slave labor, for American companies who paid more to overseas employees who simply work for pennies, to try and feed the mouths of many who suffer plenty. So here’s a symphony from the Trinity. Their worst nightmare. Survived the electric chair for a “Good Year”.


[Chorus: Jamica Monae]
Whenever I’m here, it’s a good year. We ain’t got no troubles. We ain’t got fears. A cookout, Xbox, and a load of beer. Every shade and culture you can count appear. We’re unstoppable. Watch us rock the boat! Been knocking down barriers like dominos. From coast to coast, we’re the most to boast, and folks all know we done came to gloat. [2x]


[Verse 2: Novaman]
Yeah, I’m about to blow. So I’mma let ’em know. Bruce Leeroy. Man, you see the glow. High shine, so glossy with the flauter flow. No (?) on the grind like some hundred spokes. And I ain’t playin’ on the funk track. With 16, hit the beat, they gon’ be bumpin’ that. Run it back, so fast, wonderin’ who that is? With Me, Jack and Monae, it’s a good year! Come throw it back with the conglomerate. Put your mouth to the speaker, taste how loud it get. Out of breath. Come and catch us ’cause there’s no breaks. And if you start dyin’ down, we gon’ defibrillate.


So what they talkin’ ’bout, man? They ain’t talkin’ ’bout a thang. When they need that heat, yeah, boy, I bring that fire. And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a pistol, man. I always keep the (?), load the beat, turn it up and watch me sizzle. Yeah…I’m that boy from the bottom. They ain’t know I’mma come through and do my, thang. So if you down with a nigga, stay down with a nigga, slap brown with a nigga, hey!


And don’t y’all know, it’s Novaman. I keep it groovin’. So when it’s time for us to party, man, we all gon’ party, like it’s 1999. Monae, gon’ get it started!


[Chorus: Jamica Monae]
Whenever I’m here, it’s a good year. We ain’t got no troubles. We ain’t got fears. A cookout, Xbox, and a load of beer. Every shade and culture you can count appear. We’re unstoppable. Watch us rock the boat! Been knocking down barriers like dominos. From coast to coast, we’re the most to boast, and folks all know we done came to gloat. [6x]

[Outro: Nativestar]
We unstoppable. Ain’t nothing wey we nah fit do. Moving through every obstacle. It’s a money move. Break bread. Say a prayer too. And ya know say we came to glow. We unstoppable…and to your size. Every man better cut ya coat. And realize say ja is the man above. And we give praise to you.