BOY from Agora by Al Right

BOY
Al Right
Produced by Weeddemon
Album: AGORA

Written by Al Right
Additional Production by Al Right & Alex Farway
Additional Vocals by C’nee Starlette
Sample:

[Verse 1: Al Right]

I’m alright

This that soundtrack to my inhibition
I ain’t a rapper since 2010
I got caught up in my superstitions
I’m making room for new elements (Question)
How you feeling when a white boy singing
And the whole crew thinking not another Slim Shady
But it ain’t ‘cause I’m not trying to copy on an image
I ain't nothing like the other white boys in the building
Races ain’t a thing
I’m still a fucking panda
Better watch my culture move
To your side of the globe like ebola
Never met a beat that was cold on my speakers but
I could’ve been a better fucking lyrical
Because I’d think it's nice until I sober up
All of this has got me close to more bitches
I mean claustrophobic
All of this has got lust up on me
Lay dust upon me, Rick Ross upon me
Now I’m worried this shit has got me losing my focus
How you feeling about a white boy?
Knowing that I never take a hike boy
Knowing that I never get it right boy alright boy
You got my name is Al Right by this time boy

[Verse 2: Al Right]

Races ain’t a thing
We’re all just fucking pandas
I mean literally fucking pandas
Until they find a way back from our prime minister, uh
Think I’m joking but it’s Trudeau
The white boy chilling with Obama
Watching time ticking on a Hublot
And all of this goes to waste like Oussama
Running through the woods got me feeling like I should
Pause, I can’t express myself through the trap like I really wish that I would
So I’m bouncing up to that old school, let the homie Dough take the new school
All of this is just old news, it’s just old news I mean shit
If I ever ran my mouth without shit to say
Than I hope the world sees a better day
Than that Donald Trump for the U.S.A.
The world’s gone crazy and it’s safe to say, shit
How you feeling about a white boy?
Knowing that he never took a hike boy
Knowing that he never got it right boy alright boy
You got this shit ain’t Al Right by this time boy, alright

I’m alright

[Verse 3: Al Right]

Don’t call me a wigga, don’t call me the n word
Just call me a panda
I’m getting kinda fed up with the fact that we all put a label
On the face of a brother
Even on a sister, god
I’d be calling her a bitch for sure if she in the club
I’ll put this on the guy that she ran away from
That’ll make her fuck around like she on some drugs
But I hate that shit, uh
To be honest I don’t really care about the way I rap
‘Cause I’m not that slick, uh
Neither are you, so put your middle fingers in a coffin
Some say I’m a lady killer
Well I’ma kill this beat, call it beat killer
And I’ma fuck your lady like a vampire
Or what not, I may be Mr Cullen
I may be at the bottom writing songs
While I’m drunk and driving on the fucking highway
But I’ll get past all the beautiful girls and live a beautiful life
Into a beautiful world
Type of shit I’m in for
Not your bitch, she a nympho
They say I got time, well I really don’t mind
If it takes 3 years to make an album than I’m gone

Alright

[Outro: C’nee Starlette]

Uh… who the fuck are you?
I’m Al Right
Yeah, I think we all got that by now
Shit, where are you from?

• Emerging Artist
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Montréal
• Rap
• rap
• Montreal