[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]
RZA] Digital. Gambino demonstrations
[Verse 1: This Oxycontin monox' and toxic concoction Collapse your brain cells, swell from lack of oxygen the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in Hocking, spitting up blood, by sharp precision Dart incision, darkness imparts your infliction, (poof) I'm a mad magician Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe shatter Every atom in body, now you antimatter Ripping the data, checked into the doctor Took his splatter, cause my mind's faster You falling to ground, while I climb the ladder Too much garbage in gallbladder, fall flatter On your face, now you by the pall-bearer Or wear the black suit, eyes all up Oh no, when your ho make a lit up We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all up Childish Gambino or Digi'lino on the tracks We more backs that Sammartino, Bruno We saw more baselines than Change more law in New York Mr. Cuomo Godfather novels I write Mario Puzo Master time fix the clocks I'm Hugo Hold the weight like sumos Bust shots like Lugo You how the Wu go
[Verse 2: Childish Look sharp, homie give yourself a face brow, eyebrows on a spaceship Take of that Ace of Spades-es Saving all my money just to waste on a Can't see haters, we don't give a fuck though Charge it to the game, a lame so cutthroat slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me Travel 'round the globe, spend a 'bout a 100 G's Pack them up, boss like Bowser Deep pocket poetry, my custom Thank God they found us, the was starvin' I'm and concrete, you ass and Charmin Bobby Digital, Do you really these niggas know shit? Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old Pride is a bitch. I am not a up Tweetin' when I'm 70, half-dead followers She look she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra Put her in the club, all she hear is Waka Put her in the crib, all she wanna is Waka She jerk when I move her old boy popped her Home is that Outkast, like Phonte Old-school J's like Beyonce's Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the them niggas real shit, don't know what to do it I did I did man, did you see it though? 'Bino and fast, niggas sweet and low American Royalty, family We cream of the crop why the would we stop? She had two sons: of 'em good grades of 'em rap songs Where did she go Nowhere mama, we just go the money at Black Kennedy, where the fuck you at?