Silent

[Produced By Cam O'bi] [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Sparring is training, chain-snatching the slaves But a rap song is a match in a cave Dim lit, wet wick, wicked wrath in its way Drunk off of light, lies, laughing Claiming asylum while shying in shade I can't stay silent, I go violent when my violets is gray And my roses is black Fuck the pharaohs and the Pharisees, Moses is back I don't need to see a Sphinx to know they noses was black I don't know one Temptation that had Otis's back Sparring is training; this a jumping jack I'm the scariest Jack in the pumpkin patch Float like my jumper wet, sting like a bumblebee I swing like a lumberjack, go back when I'm up at bat They tried to label me a non-rapper I'm an independent contractor, card cracker Sparring is training without the training wheels You made it, you made it, you made it, yeah, you made a deal You played it straight, hated, graduated Waited-waited, you still a waiter still Mice will always find out ways to steal Picture me, fifth of Hennessy and a Swisher Sweet Fake identity, 'til a plug named Trinity shook me "Wake up, wake up," like "Remember me?" Said one plus one make three, and you finna see You ain't as grown as you finna be You got them young nigga tendencies [Verse 2: Noname] Mm... Sentimental energy I let the light in beside him, I stand like angel Sparring is training for an apathetic halo Apologetic, nonreligious, consequential fable Like good is good, the love in me is goodly, or godly The Bible say mistakes is necessary So I Mississippi monologue to granny house My soloist is sold out to attentive God Cornbread on my table when I say my prayers On airs, to stairs where shadiness is time to rest or manifest Sparring is training, I know they think me bumblebee Afro-Americano Sunny D, but bet I sting, no die [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper & Both] Sparring is training, Jacob wrestled with God In the desert 'til he broke him and he blessed him And he rescued his heart I struggle with love, I juggle my loves I cuddle and coddle, ship wreckin' bottle, I huddle in hugs Sparring is training bra, Ramses watching raining frogs Jigga watching Damon, Damon watching Wayans Bros A tandem unicycle with two pilots in different maps [Transition: Noname (Chance The Rapper)] You giving back? (I'm giving back) Tit for tat [Verse 4: Noname] Synagogue and bottle caps A body in the underpass says, where's my Jesus? Pledge allegiance to the money now We runnin down to kiddie parks where darker kids be casualty Like come with me, to the museum [Transition: Noname & Chance The Rapper] Excuse them, they know of what they do [Verse 5: Chance The Rapper] Sparring is training, don't let Denzel Training Day you Sensei could catch a fade too We be on that elegant, hella melanin Pelle Pelles since they crayons and jelly pens [Outro: Chance The Rapper & Noname] And now you know Noname ain't never for none Ayo, you know Chano ain't never for none And now you know Noname ain't never for none Ayo, you know Chano ain't never for none Ha-HA!! And you don't stop Ayy! Ayy! Boom bap, and you don't stop Hahahahaha! I told you that was gonna be fun though Nah that was... Oh shit!