[Intro: Billy Woods]
Paging Dr. Monokrome. This is that—
This is that mid-Atlantic shit, that east coast shit, ya dig
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Dumb high, rock scissor paper
Nice try but still copped all three flavors
Mid-July, stuck together like life savers
Base hits got him to the majors, 808 kicks
Lime green and clear papers looking like glow sticks
Spun by suburban ravers, barbershop acapella
With the strap and straight razor, shoot straight 31
Indiana Pacers, cuts these shoe face, but this is New York
Of course the price outrageous, a credit to his race
Woods he green glazer, better yet outer space driven phasers
It ain’t sci-fi when they can fix your eye with lasers
If they don’t get the whole pie, liable to turn haters
That’s ok, we still standing, they can fly fly away
Nice landing cul de sac laid up puffing a jay
Saint Elmo’s fire, high treason on my mind as I’m getting higher
Your last one was flight, but this is flier, fire, kaya, tire
Tough enough to put green in the eye of a supplier
You can’t be a buyer, no need for a scale
The girl price is like a cellphone in jail, jingling baby
So hot the horizon wavy, brothers ring-a-ling
Don’t be mingling with the fugazi
I live in the past you can just page me
Sub-prime looking all skin and bones
You on the pipe fam? Nah, student loans
You should have stayed stupid, homes
Why walk around half dead when we’ll bury you for free
Towards the ave, ride with the dread for old times sake
Knocking WPGC
Paging Dr. Monokrome. This is that—
This is that mid-Atlantic shit, that east coast shit, ya dig
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Dumb high, rock scissor paper
Nice try but still copped all three flavors
Mid-July, stuck together like life savers
Base hits got him to the majors, 808 kicks
Lime green and clear papers looking like glow sticks
Spun by suburban ravers, barbershop acapella
With the strap and straight razor, shoot straight 31
Indiana Pacers, cuts these shoe face, but this is New York
Of course the price outrageous, a credit to his race
Woods he green glazer, better yet outer space driven phasers
It ain’t sci-fi when they can fix your eye with lasers
If they don’t get the whole pie, liable to turn haters
That’s ok, we still standing, they can fly fly away
Nice landing cul de sac laid up puffing a jay
Saint Elmo’s fire, high treason on my mind as I’m getting higher
Your last one was flight, but this is flier, fire, kaya, tire
Tough enough to put green in the eye of a supplier
You can’t be a buyer, no need for a scale
The girl price is like a cellphone in jail, jingling baby
So hot the horizon wavy, brothers ring-a-ling
Don’t be mingling with the fugazi
I live in the past you can just page me
Sub-prime looking all skin and bones
You on the pipe fam? Nah, student loans
You should have stayed stupid, homes
Why walk around half dead when we’ll bury you for free
Towards the ave, ride with the dread for old times sake
Knocking WPGC
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