[Intro] This time, make sure they're all dead before you leave
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] I'm a brand new man doing the same dance It only seems confusing because I changed pants In sixty days, same as cash A frog splash off the table like Damon Dash Poor man's Three Stacks, that means yours It's the freaks that I speak for, fam that I check for I seen the mess in your desk drawer 4-D chessboard, but lose at Connect Four I'm at death's door and I'm pulling a rolly bag My girl mad, 'cause she told me not to grow a shag I said I want that Alphonso from Silver Spoons Be a civilian dude with eleventy-million views I heard a gold mine come with the co-sign I been playing invisible like I'm Hohenheim I'm close to getting bovine on niggas phone lines But no time for that stoner rap that don't rhyme I been punching this pavement since '09 Just seething, his fist bleeding the whole time Go ahead of me, grab a seat but don't ever leave Stay for the post-post-credit scene
[Verse 2: Still Rift] Welcome to the honey coated bear trap Racoons holding on to all that glitters get the rare raps, bear slaps Posing with opposable thumbs Get Fonzarelli'd in the deli on disposable drums I'm moving deadly like a medley from Miyagi On the okey-doke, juke the box, choke out all the drifters with the holy smokes Stick and poke Jokers pull these cards like it was OSHA colored Nothing up my sleeve until you bleed Breathing from another brother from another mother Heaven Sent like Esthero Esther Rolle-ing over for the Good Times, but an esper though Espadrille, walk about this town like it's my canvas I leave a mark, y'all pointing like, "whose man's this?"
[Verse 3: Video Dave] Way high above the clouds, before the stars leaving chem trails Rapping hard, long lines, waiting to inhale Got a lotta energy, melanated skin cells Burn a lotta calories, but never been thin frail Pin tails on donkeys at birthday parties Racing on the beach, leaving the opposition salty Walking up the stairs like the elevator's faulty Don't monkey around moving machinery or you'll be sorry Tragic trauma, pain Swear to never feel this pain again Fighting in the rain on a rooftop Crying while I train, it's a montage, on top Utter wreckage, triumphant I got x-ray eyes, I can fly and I got endurance Rumor is, my only weakness is I indulge in too much fun shit And sometimes I can be redundant Sometimes my cup overflows and rhymes grow abundant Sometimes I'm stuck on some dumb shit But yo, I swear it's tons of fun Kick it for a minute yo, and you'll know That it's Chicago where we coming from That's why we so fucking coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
