For sinners, saints and scramblers and gamblers And dirty money handlers, dignitaries and champions, narcotic traffickers Talented number runners and racketers Stars of stage, page and cameras, slang swingers and swaggerers Double barrels and Derringers, automatics and miracles Europe, Asia and Africa, all the time in America Atlantic, Ashland, Alblemarle to Albany Bridge into Baltic, Bedford Ave, Bergen Street Clinton to Cadman, Church Ave to Clarendon Road to Central Avenue, Cooper House, Cypress And live from Bedford-Stuyvesant The livest high flyingest pilot bombardier from Pyrrhus Stationed live and direct, Medina mastermind set Ya can’t lock my set now lock off, cool Peace to the nation of the Gods and the Earths And the Sun, Moon and stars, Furthermore born knowledge go hard
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Remix, rising up out of the flames like a phoenix Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowing I’m sowing seeds let’s see whose thumb is the greenest If I said it I mean it and did it because I need it Eat sleep it and bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk is deleted Blastoff, I lay them out like a Tempurpedic Black Thought, I told you I’mma win eventually This unsung, underrated, under appreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated from something that’s so hated To one of the most sacred, nobody gonna take it Face it, I keep doing it well, doing it sans assistance Is do it yourself, doing it below the radar We doing it stealth, doing it again For Illadelph and who else? But check it out Y’all see him on a job, see my eyes focused where the prize be I’m like Martin Luther King you like Rodney The difference is I give it everything inside me Dear Diary, my fans still swear by me Even though I’m late night now like here’s Johnny Swimming with them big whites now is where you’ll find me Funny how it break right down but never mind me I’m forever grimy, guess it’s just Philly shining Rock rolla bi-polar like Phyllis Hyman
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Like a dope fiend opening up a bottle of dopamine You’re just hoping you don’t get roped for your throat get choked anything Oh and just think how dope he could be if he smoked anything Oh, there goes the bell, the sound of the opening ding I hit you as hard as barbiturates in the ribs with a switch And stitch you a the same time before you can flinch to it My dick is so big, if I add another inch to it You would swear when I raped you that you was actually into it I’m not a baller but you can bet your fuckin’ bottom dollar That I remember when I was without a dollar bill in my wallet Now watch me kill a koala while I maul a chihuahua Bum a pill off of Paula like let me holler at you mama It’s like I’m off the bomba when I bring the fuckin’ drama Used to bomb ya like Saddam but now that I’m a little calmer I’m a fuckin’ cross between Osama Dahmer Obama and Dalai Lama So Miley I’m a knight in shining armor Mail a gift to Taylor Swift’s trailer a picture Of my genitalia with a note saying bitch I can’t wait to nail ya Drug paraphernalia beware the werewolf will kill ya That’s him in the sheep’s clothes, he just shaved his hair off CeciliaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
