Moving at the of a solution Bleeding in the streets as breathing the pollution They're that we need a revolution But passion is reduced to all-caps on a computer Hey, every sixteen I a sick scene Blood all on you shirt like a Miskeen Y'all niggas trippin' like and mixed greens My flow than the Sistine, pristine You going like Al Gore with 'em I make algorithms got Malcolm in 'em God's favorite, I'm as a doctor's patient We live in a cold world, my job is to rock My occupation? Elation, a celebration of the levels and the decibels flagrant It's too how we be blazing, son Our is the loudest, they crowd around us But in the shadows of the towers, boy
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Yo, I plaster the nation, causing My manifestation got 'em patient from how I keeps it See, I'm the niggas need some training While I'm inflicting the pain and making it for any occasion I'm very engaging soon as I'm Quickly back you up and bag your She's reminding me of Sanaa Rely on the while I'm smiling and waiting when I embrace 'em If you try to front, you'll be highly The making of a classic, alrighty, I'll face it My psyche is and I'm hiring, so try me, I'm patient Sorry, I'm lying, it, I'm back for the taking I'm urgently giving niggas the courtesy of smashing face in (Damn, can you cut his mic off?) See how we got 'em Cause they can't believe what we in the making Shit so historic, got me goin' for it I bang the nation And do niggas than a slab of bacon
Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this Stop cooking that damn pork in this The hell going on in
Take a tour it, bake the raw Where the beats so That it's knuckles gon' scrape the Make a call, all the rocket taking off Jah, Wu, gun playin' when we facing off
These rap niggas is bitches, nothing but to me Sacrifice myself for the and let them suffer through me Your product is nothing to me I only feel effects when I with Louis Yep, I get buck in the like I'm Evil Dee Pulling strings like the movie Shining my like Mos calling his mother Umi the hottest regardless of who's flaming? We ain't talkin' 'bout the until you mention my name Who're you kidding? The spitting I'll you like a mirror so it's clearer That we believe in superstition new additions need supervision Thinking that they can spit it in the like me are you stupid? Listen I've official, it's been official, I'm too consistent I a claim cause I'm too official for euphemisms in the cut like a new incision I'll put you on your ass True Religion So give it up for the living
Take a with it, bake the raw Where the so savage That it's knuckles scrape the floor a call, all the rocket ships taking off Jah, Wu, gun music playin' we facing off