[Intro]
215
21-pound
Uh...
[Verse 1]
I'm not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine
I'm sick as I ever been
Rollin' out of the dealership and the McLaren
These rappers is Peter Pan, I'm Pan-African
Space invader black and nem
Mixin' Alexander McQueen with Haider Ackermann
Real rapture in the form of a living man
I don't give a damn, not a mortal could test me
See, I don't get examed
I'm a high priest and a wild beast
Once warrior, now chief—the mouthpiece of the foul East
And I'm a rock 'em, sock 'em robot, hops, I drop bombs
Any flow I got come at you like "dot coms"
You should know I'm not, for the run of the mill drill
I'm still trill, the flame thrower, the real deal
I don't coincide aside with the oddness
Your highness is where the pantheon of the gods is, I promise
I'm known for being brutally honest
If lyricism is spiritual to you then rewind this
I'ma k** 'em but it ain't about to be with kindness
I believe the industry about to see a conquest
Changin' of the mindset
Money just a concept, never been a object
Even when my mother was livin' up in the projects
Now my waitin' is higher than young Richard Pryor get
Still speakin' my mind, just in a different dialect
[Interlude]
It takes two to make anthropology
The student and the study
That being the case
It is time for the study to examinate the student
And to evaluate its own self
[Verse 2]
I said, I seen it all, I had it all and I ain't mad at all
This rapper toss gravitas like a cannonball
Stayin' up all night, throwin' my sleep pattern off
I need a doctor on call to keep Adderall
Position of my commission is trilateral
You f**in' with me, you trippin' for tryin' that at all
I mess around, make the call, get the gat involved
I know people, it's a small world after all
My credit card say it's onward at the mall
My broad lookin' like she Cinderella at the ball
Reborn every January like a Capricorn
From downtown, no Ryan Lewis and Macklemore
It's yours truly, I'm Paul Mooney, I'm George Clooney
I'm fully immersed in the craft, bringin' awards to me
The ba** player said he gon' sue me
I gave the finger to him, the Lord gave a round of applause to me
My soul winnin', I've been goaltendin'
Cold sentence, chrome pen, a n***a gone 'til it's no limit
The vision came to me so vivid
My observation was if money for the takin', I'ma go and get it
Y'all know my everyday [?] [?lay, no costume?]
I murk rappers and they can't play no possum
Another studio but it's the same old outcome
I told my n***a [?] [?Small Vicious?], "Baby, we got one"
Listen
[Interlude 2]
Accurate scholarship and fee dedicated artists would reveal a singularly important thing
Racism was and is not only a mark of ignorance
It was and is a monumental fraud