[Intro: Denzel Washington & Mac Miller]
Fifty thousand men died right here on this field
Fightin' the same fight that we're still fightin' amongst ourselves today
This green field right here is painted red, bubblin' with the blood—
Look, look, yo, look
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
They say it's hard to get a deal, a hundred bars just won't appeal
So I'ma start to spit it real from the heart
Spit a scar that you can feel from battle wounds
Rapped inside the womb, now I'm walkin' here on Earth
I'll probably rap inside a tomb with a book of notes and some good to smoke
You can find me kickin' rhymes 'til my foot explodes
They wouldn't know my dreams, think I'm far from it
My mind's in space, to rеmain until the star plummets
Hits me on thе noggin, brain abduction from these ATL-iens
People hear what I say, they wanna tell they friends
How the story end? Sick and closure
I'm keepin' my composure 'til I get myself exposure
Thought I told ya, I remain a soldier even when the world is goin' colder
This a rap addiction, I ain't shootin' dope
Or doin' coke, although I choose to smoke
'Cause if I don't, then my fuse will blow
The few who know what I'm capable of
We ain't related by blood, but I show all eight of 'em love
Some people say I'm overrated as fuck, son
My conjunctions create lyrical volcanic eruptions
Nobody notices the focus is away, this ain't the focal point
I'm gettin' signed 'cause I can rock a couple local joints
We ain't supposed to point up under labels
I heard the fables, they say it's time to turn the tables
[Chorus: [?] & Mac Miller]
They hate what they can't understand
Change one man, never be the same again
They hate what they can't understand
Change one man, never be the same again (Yo, look)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Hip-hop is a drug to my brain and I crave it
It runs through my blood and my veins, listen, gettin' wasted
These words at the tip of my tongue, they seem tasteless
My heart can skip a beat but it'll never miss a bass hit
Mom says study just in case that shit changes
But, why would I fold when I'm holdin' a pair of aces?
With snarin' aces that vary paces
That carry hate with middle fingers up to those people hatin' on what color my face is
[Interlude: Vince Lombardi & Mac Miller]
To the winner, there is one hundred percent elation, one hundred percent laughter, one hundred percent fun
And to the loser, the only thing left for him is a one hundred percent resolution and one hundred percent determination (Yeah)
[Chorus: [?] & Mac Miller]
They hate what they can't understand
Change one man, never be the same again
They hate what they can't understand
Change one man, never be the same again
They hate what they can't understand
Change one man, never be the same again
They hate what they can't understand ('Cause I ain't gonna stop)
Change one man, never be the same again (Believe that)
[Outro: Mac Miller]
Never be the same again