Omen, The - Irrelevant lyrics

Do you overstand and can you underdig that The Flow's nostalgic like thundercats and Hip hop that real sh**, 94 when n***as really spit I'm a nu buck no Timberlands I'll f** your girl and then Instagram it I'm low down stay highed up Just to keep it funky y'all washed up Like my latest whip, my latest kicks ain't touch cement Air Jordan ones from '86 Black and Red with the Paint Chipping While I lane switch and I'm still tippin' My hat turned back with my music loud and 3 women in the back One latin one black one caucasian And a lot of mary jane for no occasion In particular I'm ripping any n***a in every form of the word while I plot and I scheme Keep that Semi like Prince Hakeem and keep my royal penis clean See what I mean how I rip and devour the beat. (Uhh) Pussies all cower and queef Fathers grieve Rest in peace f**ed around and fell victim to the 7 headed beast Feasting with demons and dragons and sh** you can't even imagine while laughing My past never happened my african ancestry is a fragment of truth destroyed up in Athens Where white lies were told Gold got stolen and holy scrolls mask the underlying story of the Winter Solstice Holy Ghosts and Souls got sold to the pope get a load of that sh** Hook 2x I delegate with my delegates No f**s given like I'm celibate I'm turned up she turned out So she better not be celibate I'm young black and Intelligent And it feels good to be relevant so f** being irrelevant n***a f** being irrelevant You got a problem, then address it Take it up with my Smith & Wesson They say pain is the best professor Well let me teach you ninjas a lesson I'm out for riches nothing lesser What is more I'm way better than any new n***a that's out Cause most of them's whack (swak) like love letters I shine the most, I grind the most I got sh** locked from coast to coast It's La Cosa Nostra n***a I'm overall like overcoats Coming soon like the d**h of the pope Give em the rope let em hang they self They ain't on my level they don't know my wealth How the f** they know me when I don't know myself *Bang* Bloodclot, lick a shot! two time fe Biggie & Pac These crackers wanna hold us back with Chief Keefs and Riff Raffs Them boys is trash we need a new Em we need a new Nas we need a new Pac But all we gettin is garbage and their promoting it like that sh**'s hot But they'll flop soon with those pop tunes It's a cold world when labels drop you And we forget you and your fifteen minutes is almost through (Woo!) Shouts out to Kendrick, Shouts out to Ab, Shouts out to the Zombies Shoutout to Joey Bada$$ we gettin it