Killin’ Time Oddisee

[Verse 1]
Grew up on that Rap-A-Lot
Grew up on that Native Tongues
Beats be like I trap a lot
Rhyme like all I say is son
That's DC though, we made them one
That's 95, north and south
In the middle of the drive where I reside
Is what I'm talking about, lets take a ride
It's where I learned to rhyme, niggas learned to aim
And we target minds and we target brains
And we grip the chrome, be a microphone
Or that other thing man it's all the same
A lot of rappers came, a lot of rappers left
But if possessions stayed and we in the depths
No referees and that call was made
On that ballin' played and we intercept
And I handed drink tickets to my niggas in the club
Cause I don't sip nothing unless it's coming in a mug
No I ain't without a vice, always doing what you like
Got a price too quite like any other drug
I didn't go to Howard and I never wished I had
And I wasn't in the ave and I wasn't in a class
But I was in a lab turning music into math
In a dorm room too and I ain't never have a pass
Where 16th and Euclid meet
High fructose, she super sweet
Hit Tenleytown, Maggiano's
Then Georgetown for the movie seat
There's new school and old too
Eating organic with a gold tooth
Getting ignorant like no school
Or the world I was exposed too, cause