Nigger Pennies Super Chron Flight Brothers

[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Looks like we got a good crowd tonight
And you know this isn't the best neighborhood
Give a hand to the whites
Sound man put me up to the mic
Now first thing’s first
I hope y'all came with some flights
Blunts, woods, papers, kites
Cause right about now you
Probably want to find a light
Get you a drink
Sound man put me up in the mic
Making me tell you twice, for real
Make me forget my shit
So yeah, spark a spliff
Put down them wings
Cause this brother coming on
And darn to do the damn thing
Rap be black like Snipes Wesley
But even the biggest crackers
Love him like Presley
That old vaudeville shit, I'm talking ‘bout
Busking every subway in New York
Every greyhound station down south
I’m talking thirty-three, robbing these
Hay seeds, and whistling at they hoes
In the street, so please dig deep
Let's throw something in his feathered hat
But niggas if throw a bottle, it's coming right back
‘Less you rolling bigger in which case
We leave right out the back
Probably bump into the promoter
Knowing how they do
More snake the cobras
Swing signs like Babe Ruth late eighties
But we're jolly good fellas
Fuck you, pay me, anyway
Enough of my old rigmarole
Let me get out here while the night's
Young and the drinks are cold
Ladies and gentlemen, the capital P
And if you like what you see
We'll be in D.C. next week, Elk's Lounge