Hologram (feat. The Grouch & Aesop Rock)

And I don't need approval, I'm just trying to keep it moving 'round
And I don't mean to be so immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollering
If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram
Don't need approval, I'm just trying to keep it moving 'round
And I don't mean to be so immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollering
If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram

I listen to some Prince when I miss Prince
But I haven't worn my purple trench ever since
Under the bridge, I'm trying to get off the grid
Won't even let my kids put my picture up on the fridge
I'm on broken spokes, poking holes in the Ghost
Trying to open up the show with the appropriate toast
Like, "This goes to those that's this close to closure
Like a disco where the kids go to snort they coke"
And I remember the glow of the ember
On the end of those old cigarettes we used to smoke
And now we wanna spread love, self-care, and growth
But still trying to touch the butt of this American joke
Well, I hope to see you laughing at the finish line
Instead of looking at the big design like, "Give me mine"
And if my plane crash, you can keep the hashtags
Just put a couple stacks in my little man's bag

Still reading Image comic books until I'm sky bound
Still in these streets where the PD make you lie down
Yup, in my town, right in the middle of Highland
Ghetto 'burg, guns drawn, six cars, sirens
Mistaken ID, do I wanna press charges?
Nah, I'm just happy I ain't see the desk sergeant
Hit the store before it close, cop some golden Oreos
Celebrate the close call, y'all know how the story go
Detain the black, deport the brown
Until we dethrone the orange-face-ass clown
Double down on these conscious-rapping billionaires
Fighting for the rights of civilians like they really care
Beware of these turntable turncoats
Lighting up their blunts while the GOP burn votes
Reminiscing on when rap was still risky
Riding down Crenshaw, screaming, "Long live Nipsey"

Well, I wanna be felt when you hear Velt
Like Slug's a living legend and that's clear-cut
I wanna be wealthy so I share wealth
Had pennies for my thoughts
When I pulled up, my pants used to sag
Now I'm dad, I got bennies for my thoughts
Nieces and nephews, still got many more to walk
Many, many more to clock, miles and minutes
Explain your whole world in one stylish sentence
Alright, go, I just did, prose a little colder
Honor, blow your little marijuana
Think about your rarest moment
Spirits out for the homies
Flowers for the hour, now your outfit is holy
Uh, you can run on for a long time
Marathon long, long, long, long time
She said, "Just enjoy the present"
I said, "Nah, I wanna make it last forever"

Lead feather never met a clear victory
Met a sheriff fishtailing in zero visibility
Fishing for a whisper of symmetry in the dead cells
Press one for the pharmacy, party people send help
Return address where every step is a suspense film
And sunset is someone else's blood of a condensed milk
Shit send chills, center what you got left
Scatter if your shadow is shaped like a Rorschach test
Swamp thing, palm water leaking from the bucket hat
Seaweed over bloated feet, respond to, "What the fuck is that?"
Mio Muffin Mothership that buzz in from another map
Conductor of the upper hand, pluck you off the cul-de-sac
Line drills on the grindstone
Irrefutably on line one, I'll hold
Eye of the coyote, trip around the high beams
Yipping at the train yard, in and out of lip sync

And I don't need approval, I'm just trying to keep it moving 'round
And I don't mean to be so immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollering
If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram
Don't need approval, I'm just trying to keep it moving 'round
And I don't mean to be so immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollering
If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram

Put your hand up in the hologram
Put your hand up in the hologram
Put your hand up in the hologram