[Featuring: RZA and Brass Ensemble]
[Intro: Digital. Childish demonstrations
[Verse 1: This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic Collapse your cells, they swell from lack of oxygen Leave the stuck, without a pot to piss in Hocking, spitting up blood, by sharp precision Dart incision, imparts your vision Sparks infliction, (poof) I'm a mad Double plasma, verbal scatter, globe will Every atom in body, now you antimatter through the data, checked into the doctor Took his rhyme splatter, cause my faster You falling down to ground, I climb the ladder Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall On your face, now you by the pall-bearer Or wear the suit, eyes all teared up Oh no, when your ho make a lit up We in the rib a smirk nigga, all geared up Childish Gambino or Digi'lino on the tracks We breaking more backs that Sammartino, We saw baselines than Juno more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo Godfather novels I write like Puzo Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hold the like nine sumos Bust shots like John You how the Wu go
2: Childish Gambino] Look sharp, homie give yourself a lift High brow, eyebrows on a Take sips of that Ace of Saving all my money just to on a bracelet Can't see them haters, we don't give a though Charge it to the game, keep a lame so 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 crowds up, boss Bowser Deep pocket poetry, my trousers Thank God they found us, the was starvin' I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Bobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas shit? Shopping in Manhattan and I ran my old chick is a bitch. I am not a grown up Tweetin' when I'm 70, these followers She like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Put her in the crib, all she wanna is Waka She jerk when I move like her old boy her Home is that Outkast, soul like J's like Beyonce's fiance Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the Gave them niggas real shit, know what to do it I did I did man, did you see it though? 'Bino hard and fast, niggas and low American Royalty, loyalty We cream of the why the fuck would we stop? She had two Both of 'em good grades of 'em rap songs Where did she go Nowhere mama, we just go where the at Black Kennedy, the fuck you niggas at?