[Verse 1: Blu]
Yeah, uh
Ayo, the child born, by this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn, consonants, pronouns worn out
I’m sworn in to inform you're lukewarm
Your form pronounced me to perform without warning
The storm sweat the norm from out of the school dorms
Adorned like fountain, I’m wide form
You core with corn niggas, conform and get swarmed
I palm a poem more potent than adult porn
You working the Clock Orange, you fall, Christian Dior
I film noir watch as I score the winning shot
You brick, I got your board, got bored and picked the lock
It’s the crooks and castles, the hook shook, the lasso
On the asshole's foot, you looked but couldn’t pass go
Rookies know the stats so act as if you back pro
Crack a homerun from the jump like Bo' Jack
[Verse 2: ANTHM]
Uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yo
I be that New Testament like the Book of Matthew
Ain't looking at you, I'm looking past you, the crooked statue
I'm throwing the hook to snatch you out of your seat
Bound to defeat you with my multi-syllabic
Sporadic thoughts that I’ll toss like emphatic darts to dome
I played the part that I’ve known
Defending it like lieutenants while marching farther from home
Perhaps like General Custer, all the strength that I've mustered
Illustrious goals get flustered, but fuck it, going for gusto
I would pay the price, Lord, kneeling in my psych ward
Never shuck and jiving, you knighting me with the right sword
And matter of fact, you can have it back
Young black male swinging that battle axe to pierce you through your cataracts
Trying to restrict me to these habitats
IPod gadgets filled with that ratchet shit
I'm spazzing, boy, imagine that
As far as the flows go
I'm spittin' like Sam Cooke holdin' a .4-4, that’s fire from an old soul
Yeah, uh
Ayo, the child born, by this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn, consonants, pronouns worn out
I’m sworn in to inform you're lukewarm
Your form pronounced me to perform without warning
The storm sweat the norm from out of the school dorms
Adorned like fountain, I’m wide form
You core with corn niggas, conform and get swarmed
I palm a poem more potent than adult porn
You working the Clock Orange, you fall, Christian Dior
I film noir watch as I score the winning shot
You brick, I got your board, got bored and picked the lock
It’s the crooks and castles, the hook shook, the lasso
On the asshole's foot, you looked but couldn’t pass go
Rookies know the stats so act as if you back pro
Crack a homerun from the jump like Bo' Jack
[Verse 2: ANTHM]
Uh, yeah-yeah, uh, yo
I be that New Testament like the Book of Matthew
Ain't looking at you, I'm looking past you, the crooked statue
I'm throwing the hook to snatch you out of your seat
Bound to defeat you with my multi-syllabic
Sporadic thoughts that I’ll toss like emphatic darts to dome
I played the part that I’ve known
Defending it like lieutenants while marching farther from home
Perhaps like General Custer, all the strength that I've mustered
Illustrious goals get flustered, but fuck it, going for gusto
I would pay the price, Lord, kneeling in my psych ward
Never shuck and jiving, you knighting me with the right sword
And matter of fact, you can have it back
Young black male swinging that battle axe to pierce you through your cataracts
Trying to restrict me to these habitats
IPod gadgets filled with that ratchet shit
I'm spazzing, boy, imagine that
As far as the flows go
I'm spittin' like Sam Cooke holdin' a .4-4, that’s fire from an old soul
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