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[Verse 1: Jesse Abraham]
When I told em Iâm a pugilist
They ainât argue
They just said, âWhatâs a pugilist?â
Like Iâm new to this ruthlessness
Like a novice in the office who the bosses call a tuna fish
Heâs a nudist, jewish, buddhist who is scrupulous
Mutinous mutant whose students would say is ludicrous
They said his humor is just foolishness
As a emcee heâs empty as a stewardessâ uterus
They said his vocab is superfluous
Heâll never murder the scene in the city like
David Berkowitz
And thatâs the Son of Sam
Heâs just a son of Sand
And I seen him do the running man at summer jam
Heâs that J-E-S to the S-E-A-B-R-A-H-A-M to PM
Yeah so maybe if you investigate you will find truth behind what heâs sayin
[Hook]
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi till Iâm charged
Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
So while you imitating Al Capone
I be Nina Simone
And defecating on the microphone x2
[Verse 2: Blu]
Pocket full of shell toes
All they do is dream of sex
Play connect the Adi-dots
Say realize, stay west
Place bets
Casino made, next
Tux stay fresh
Babes, benzes and Bentleys
Vine, vide viche
Have-nots got them knots in that Disney bag
Man, they took that castle outa Plymouth
Now they shippin flags
Vintage
Vision of the future, yo
Camcorder, cannon like producin' canned products
Japan bought it
All black everything
Leopard print wallet fallin' out my back pocket
Stop and never feel it
Never tell a soul that shit
Skippin' through a different hell
Fire and fish baskets
Samplin' soul classics
Hot shit
Master, like Iâm just a man on top of my business
Handle niggas get handled all in the wrist
Blowin' French wishes and kissin' women in French
Leave a three-stripe print in a picket fence
Different prints
Same Riviera though
Yo really youâre a silly era
Always cause terror off that Philly twist
Burn a cherub
Pull a chair up, listen to this
Blunted while I be
Sippin my liqâs
Burn the hair on your chest up
Lit as a cig
All flared up
Kick it with crips
Ridiculousness
Whoâs rid of the shit
Tell the Mrs. not to mention the ring
Almost forgot about that treble cleft
[Hook]
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi till Iâm charged
Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
So while you imitating Al Capone
I be Nina Simone
And defecating on the microphone x2
[Verse 3: Jesse Abraham]
They say the best things in life are free
I say the best things in life arenât things
Honestly what bothers me is modern peopleâs constant need of modesty, debauchery, technology and posturing
Itâs got me pondering how they could think theyâre honoring the genre itâs a mockery, itâs nonsense so thereâs gotta be a confidence inside of me
Providence and prophecy
Consciously demolishing the policies of poverty with colonies of prodigies
Novelties and oddities
My qualities are arguably the hardest thing since broccoli for wannabes to swallow
They wallow in their wallabies
âSocrates philosophies?â chill, it ainât 93
I ainât trying a be a nominee
I made bread and built a house
Ainât living in no cottage cheese
So check my velocity
My wattage is a problem, itâs an audible atrocity
[Hook]
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi till Iâm charged
Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
So while you imitating Al Capone
I be Nina Simone
And defecating on the microphone x2
- Álbum:
- Titans In The Flesh
- Cheetah In The City
- Soul Amazing Part Three
- Soul Amazing Part Five (The Alchemist Edition)
- Hundred Dollar Beats
- Two Hundred Dollar Beats
- Soul Amazing (Part Two)
- Good to Be Home
- York
- Her Favorite Colo(u)r
- Open
- TheGodleebarnes LP
- Lifted (EP)
- Non-Album Releases
- NoYork!
- UCLA
- Atmosphere Airlines
- Lifted: The C.O.R.E. Mixtape
- Hip Hop Dock-Trine 2: The Official Boondocks Mixtape
- So(ul) Amazing