[Verse 1: Black Thought]
I said, outer space the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'
Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than
Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it
I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans
At Lanvin
I'm that primetime Buju Banton
And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die
Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide
Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified
Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine
My sidekick came from Columbine
That fly shit came from Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is ride
I said a weapon should be chosen to fire
Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica
While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth
What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
To more championship rings than John Salley
Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali
I traveled to Tijuana and smacked the federali
Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali?
I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga
Name some other body equally as ill
Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille
Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real
People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"
But picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats
Any rapper coming for me, I'ma send a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact
That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango
Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo
I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it Gonzo
A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas
I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
Here come the general for the quadricentennial
I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas
I said, outer space the place that I'm parkin' in
My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'
Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan
Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than
Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it
I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans
At Lanvin
I'm that primetime Buju Banton
And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die
Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide
Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified
Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine
My sidekick came from Columbine
That fly shit came from Saint Laurent
Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time
Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is ride
I said a weapon should be chosen to fire
Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker
Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker
My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica
While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth
What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up
Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley
In places untraceable by Rand McNally
Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley
To more championship rings than John Salley
Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali
I traveled to Tijuana and smacked the federali
Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali?
I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga
Name some other body equally as ill
Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille
Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real
People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"
But picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats
Any rapper coming for me, I'ma send a missile back
Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact
That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at
Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango
Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo
I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it Gonzo
A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas
Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas
I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers
Here come the general for the quadricentennial
I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas
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