[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yeah, you so clich', you're the nouveau riche
That come up hard as a youth and knew no peace
You hit that lick and switched to a new motif
In a whip with two low seats and new gold teeth
You say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash
Puffin' the most gas and die in a car crash
You never learned math in school, you cut class
So you can't count what's in the clip, you just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin'
And all you tryna see is someplace with less sufferin'
Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin'
What could I say that you would embrace? I guess nothin'
This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters
The last thing you do is bullshit a bullshitter
The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her
You should cеase and desist, but you too in love with hеr, yeah
[Verse 2: Black Thought & Conway the Machine]
We pass the baton like a drum major at Howard
We transfer the power for salt, water, and flour
My pen packs a dawah, Akira Kurosawa
My ideas is gunpowder, secure the tower
That overlooks a graveyard full of cancelled niggas
Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures
Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious
I'm the difference of Fred Sanford and Sanford Biggers
Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me
I'll be over seventy, flippin' the script regularly
Know the L holder 'bout to be you instead of me
Why? 'Cause you a dickhead, I'm a Dick Gregory
Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice
Ulterior motives begin pure as a lotus
Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it
You checkin' for me to choke? I suggest you adjust your focus (Yeah)
Yeah, you so clich', you're the nouveau riche
That come up hard as a youth and knew no peace
You hit that lick and switched to a new motif
In a whip with two low seats and new gold teeth
You say you wanna live fast, gettin' paid in cash
Puffin' the most gas and die in a car crash
You never learned math in school, you cut class
So you can't count what's in the clip, you just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in place and just bufferin'
And all you tryna see is someplace with less sufferin'
Or make a lot of big blue faces just hustlin'
What could I say that you would embrace? I guess nothin'
This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters
The last thing you do is bullshit a bullshitter
The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with her
You should cеase and desist, but you too in love with hеr, yeah
[Verse 2: Black Thought & Conway the Machine]
We pass the baton like a drum major at Howard
We transfer the power for salt, water, and flour
My pen packs a dawah, Akira Kurosawa
My ideas is gunpowder, secure the tower
That overlooks a graveyard full of cancelled niggas
Who paid ransoms when they made handsome figures
Guilt and bad business'll make a man religious
I'm the difference of Fred Sanford and Sanford Biggers
Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me
I'll be over seventy, flippin' the script regularly
Know the L holder 'bout to be you instead of me
Why? 'Cause you a dickhead, I'm a Dick Gregory
Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice
Ulterior motives begin pure as a lotus
Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed it
You checkin' for me to choke? I suggest you adjust your focus (Yeah)
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