[Mos Def:] I spit that, orchesteral Medina born exceptional Extra Extra Terrestial From out the ghetto vestibule Put your yard up on knowledge like the lessons do So fly fiends can get high off the residueSo real, and surreal, a pure deal Dante Flaco, flow handsome, guapo The Sun, Moon, and Stars, Grits and The Gospel School, I knock harder in the teachin of Apostles Pistols, prayer meetings, player balls, car shows Festivals, funerals, the grotesque and beautiful Phenomenons normal, the needed hardly happens Fresh V's at high speeds zoomin backwards Fast forward to last moments to flash over Trick trappin they clique clack then blast on 'em Damn homie it was all good a week ago Show 'em the truth but can't make 'em believe it yo...
It's Curtains, the opening scene Simpatico, remarkable, the article dream Wake Up and bear witness to what you never seen Reach out and feel what they said would never be... Me... and J-A-Y-E, electronic motherball Shut em off they sucker songs Fuck em all and the horse they rode in on You can't trespass the star gate I go in on Get off
[Jay Electronica:] I bust through the gates of hell like a batterin ram Clappin yelling profanities like Yosemite Sam After that, I'm back home scannin the land Twenty-three million square miles of contraband I know ya feel me, but still hope the opposition kill me Cause you don't wanna see god manifest really UFOs and cabbage water, Willie the Kid You ain't seen one of these in a trillion years Abracadabra, I popped out the meat grinder shining The elegant art form of rhymings just blinding And that's just a regular hat trick A trick lock, a ninety gallon tank, yeah I'm back on that shit The ark building mad man from Hôtel-Dieu Act II, coming through a dream by you Young Slumdog from uptown, pocket full of rupees Torn up sheets of looseleaf and one LooseyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
