You’re probably in L.A., I’m in Donetsk today My buddy’s got PTSD, he's frozen like a netsuke We’re hauling a few birds toward the front line I’m writing this diss at you, Mister West
They say you got a new skirt sewn Isn’t this why we’ll all step into the meat grinder? White savages will lie down and rot “Glory to Hollywood” caked as mud on their lips
So New York can convulse in ecstasies of freedom Somewhere, wretches will be dying for it Somewhere, twins will dispute a genetic test Eating each other up for you, Mister West
For one glance of yours, light as meringue A Russian rapper will paint an ass on his own face He prayed to bottles his whole short life We all grew up in an America that doesn’t exist
They’ll tell me: “Aren’t you yourself a parody? Why not in bast shoes?” they’ll say I’m a village idiot That my fate is garbage, and my cross is the same as theirs Repeating: “What d’you need, sir? Say the word, Mister West”
I saw a dream that L.A. was dismantled And on Beverly Hills stood the Somali Battalion And some Arab on a lame donkey Raped a Black man wearing your jacket
A few notes: Obviously this is a diss at the collective West, not Kanye. Netsuke - small Japanese carved figurine. Birds - drones. New skirt - a diss at Western consumerism not at crossdressing. Twins disputing genetic test - obviously related peoples disputing their shared history and culture. Russian rapper painting an ass on his face - diss at rappers bending over backwards for Western audiences. Bast shoes - symbol of rural Russia, detractors will accuse Husky of not being "authentic" cause he's a rapper. Somali Battalion - a separatist Donbass unit, not the country. An Arab raping a Black man wearing Mister West's jacket - to be honest I think that last stanza is the weakest and for me doesn't land well. I think this is about colonised and oppressed people bringing the war back to the US, including those internally colonised and oppressed who "wore oppressors clothes".