Black Sheep Mick Jenkins

[Verse 1]
Young Mozart with more keys
Black sheep with a gang of wolves before me, they think we homies
But keep hearts and shoulders colder than Loki
I be no Thor, just bring 'em more of this halitosis
Got everybody asking, "Is it hot in here?"
I ain’t no polka dot man, I ain’t trying to find no spot in here
I ain’t no guinea pig
Just know that he drop hot lines that's all in my lineage
The process is linen the wrinkles definitive
So what all the hate for? Her premise is primitive
Her promise is tentative, better pay attention
So polish the penmanship, I been late to mention the fact that it’s free
This is for all the niggas bastard as me
Food for your soul, Harold's chicken, Statik Selektah battered the beat
Assault and battery on your mind, can't you see how this world be?
It won’t be to long before you need a battery pack, but I’m better than that
A freshman on varsity nigga where yo Letterman at?
Ginger ale on the rocks where yo gentleman at?

[Bridge]
Boy, my pinky in the air
I just crush a lot, I ain’t never been a player
Niggas throwing shade, they could holla at me later
You might catch a fade, give a fuck about a—FADER