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Outer space the place that I’m parkin’ in My marketin’, when you see the sky darkenin' Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans At Lanvin I'm that primetime Buju Banton And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply? Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine My sidekick came from Columbine That fly shit came from Saint Laurent Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is right I said a weapon should be chosen to fire Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley SongtexteIn places untraceable by Rand McNally Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley The more championship rings than John Salley Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali I traveled to Tijuana to smack the federali Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga Name some other body who equally as ill Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!" Well picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats Any rapper coming for me, I'mma send a missile back Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it gonzo A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers Here come the general for the quadricentennial I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas Let's meet at the crossroads of torsos And learn some things only the Lord knows Break the law, it's the only law now, no one knows Got pies in the oven but no DiGiornos We all got fucked but no pornos We ain't growing corn but got cornrows We ain't playing greens but we be spending it Lifespan is short, try extending it If you ain't into reading, I'm recommending it I'm reading Carter G. Woodson when I'm in the woods When the money's cut off, then we barter goods A lot of niggas is cowards that ran out of fatherhood Should we kill them or let 'em live? I don't fuck with no suckers, I never did Mi amore, if you a Moor If I ever go to war it's the kids I do it for I eat emcees they can send me a few of yours And by a few I mean way more than two You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through And watch them get beat like African drums do Also, I probably gave lessons to Sun Tzu Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee master of Kung Fu Rhyming with Black Thought assessing the black thought I told you that I'm conscious but bitch we'll clap off I'mma be the one that they hold in a rap off I ain't wrapped too tight, nigga I snap off Or maybe I snap on When I go for the rhyme my nigga the latch on I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but elegant Given you hell heaven sent Light a joint, I've been places you've never been If I close my eyes, I could die then get wise Read my life like a script, I'm getting it revised Used to keep the beat joint right up in the Levi's I'm the tenth wonder I told them to ask 9th I'm the other Black Thought, the last air bender Avatar ghost, the one who could bend time The one who could bend rhymes, the one who could bend flows Repping for all niggas, little nigga you know We the ones who made making of a murderer Fuck around and you could be in making of a murderer Ghost! Aus Songtexte Mania