The Matrix Black Milk (Ft. DJ Premier, Pharoahe Monch & Sean Price)

[Intro: Black Milk]
Yeah, ugh, yuh

[Verse 1: Black Milk]
For every pair of lines I spit
I leave you paralyzed and bent so clear a path
If you not parallel to my paragraphs
Apparently, if they say I'm better than you
There's no reason for me to put myself on the pedestal
Movin' forward ahead of you
Like you ridin' a bike and you can't move till' the pedals do
Nobody team's comparable
Niggas fallin' so fast, they need to pull the strings on a parachute
So stop the comparisons and get buried up under American soil
We can start with the letter U— S
Food for thought, thought for fools
Where niggas will take a life for the jewels and a pair of shoes
The hood is out for dollar signs (Ugh)
We'd trade the Heaven's skies for a slice of the devil's pie
Try to make it my downfall, but see all I know is the tour
Audiences' applause for the curtain calls
All the best now is spittin' the truth, why?
You's a let down like convertible roofs, I
See the mic and murder the booth, nah
Killin' shit precise like a snipe that's on top of the roof, ha