Booker, Booker, Booker, Booker, Booker, Booker
Ha!
You know the deal
This is me, dude
Beast by Supreme, all for all of my Negroes
And Latinos
And even the Gringos
I see y'all in here, have a good time, don't be scared
***, one for Charlie Hustle
Two for Steady Pop
Three for the fourth, come and laugh
You just shot
Five dimensions, six senses
Seven from a mess of heaven and hell
Eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keeping orbit with the palpable tip
The universe expands left
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power left and powerless, I'm out of this
Towering inferno
I ain't so high to burn through a journal
Blacker than midnight on Broadway or Myrtle
Hip-hop past all, it's all social hurdles
Nationwide projects, prison industry complex
Working class, poor, better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud
To ever hear freedom ring
They say I back and wait to sleep
Cause it's dangerous to dream
For cha-ching, casket, they should pile you dead now
Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow
Our numbers game, but *** don't add up somehow
Like I got 16 to 32 bars to rock
And only 15% of profits ever see my pockets
Like 69 billion in the last 20 years
Spent on national defense and niggas still live in fear
Like nearly half of America's largest cities is one quarter black
Why they gave for G-Rolls till I clapped
16 ounces to a pound, 20 more to a key
Five-minute incendiary, you're no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
They can hear everything you saying when you ain't home
Yeah, Michael Jackson was right
You were not alone, rock your hard hat black
You were in a terror zone full of hard niggas
Large niggas, dice tumblers
You're teasing prison creeds, facing life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies, and AIDS patients
They can't spell, but they can rock you with some PlayStation
The new map is kicking people in the ass
You wanna know how to rhyme?
You better learn how to add, it's mathematics
Shout it out!
One!
Shout it off!
Two!
Shout it off!
Three!
Shout it off!
Four!
Shout it off!
Five!
Shout it off!
Six!
Shout it off!
Seven!
Shout it off!
Eight!
Shout it off!
Nine!
I bust off the ten and bring it back down again like
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
I shine bright like the sun never done
I love y'all
I'm so glad we have this time together
I don't know what the *** I'ma do
All this music, give it up for Minnesota on the beach
Give it up for the people of Minnesota on the beach

Give it up for the gold middle man right there, son
Let's take him back a little bit
Let's take him back a little bit
We're gonna take you way back in the centuries
We're gonna take you way back in the centuries
How far back we gonna take you?
Way back in the centuries
Let's take him back to the top
Let's take him back to the top of the Dow