OF, shit that’s all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down ‘Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin’ block
Storefront, Knee tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape…and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain’t even old enough
To drink a fuckin’ beer, I’m tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigger friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain’t actin’ right
Always try to turn our fuckin’ color into black and white
But they’ll never change ‘em, never understand ‘em
Radical’s my anthem, turn my fuckin’ amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we’re rad as fuck
Bitches
