Acts 1.5 Lyrics – Saba, No ID

Read the full Acts 1.5 lyrics by Saba and No ID along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Saba’s music, you can also explore Reciprocity and Stomping, two other songs by Saba.

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Might pull up to a party, Junya Watanabe, the flow’ll body anybody’s
I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs that superstars gotta embody, need the audience ears
I’ve been slept on and stepped over, the less noticed
Stepping up to bat like the Mets at a Met Gala
That is high fashion, high art, high talk
You should notepad or voice memo when I start
I might have lost n!ggas when I stopped to demand mine
My record so good, if I lose, about damn time
But that’ll never happen, every verse is a classic
Every word gotta matter ’til every Madison Avenue bus get to playing Saba
The blue line ambassador
Could’ve said green, but that traings too hazardous
I’m not phased, nobody’s out-rapping us, it’s laughable
I should get online, start adding folks
But the list is long, so I won’t go down the rabbit hole
But know that I make n!gga’s favorite rappers sound like average Joes
And the beat is by the actual G.O.A.T
Y’all get so caught up on hype, y’all gave the Grammy out to—
I belong here, don’t confuse me if you had it wrong
Comparing me is like comparing Mike to José Calderón
This Pivot Gang, I’m never out alone
You signed the same deal you could’ve got in school if you took out a loan
I’m Al Capone fresh out the womb, I’m ’bout to fu*k the street up
Mike Tyson a microphone, I’m ’bout to fu*k the beat up
The only n!gga that is stopping me is Jesus
My God black, his afro like velcro
My car black, the climate changed, Al Gore
I’m ‘Bron headed to Akron, I’m going back home
That’s where they hop out in traffic without a mask on
And get you for everything that you have on
But I move off of love, not fear still
Wish a n!gga would-y, like Buzz Lightyear
I done bubbled up and caught a buzz like Bill

Building this, swear you would think it was IKEA
I’ma tell you how it really was, my dear
‘Cause I’m afraid that it ain’t really nothing I fear