Ah.
Mankind.
Yo.
Yo, it's the boys versus everybody like Detroit
in the land of the lost.
Trying to find some joy from inside the void.
Voted to check for direct deposit.
Professor X had to exit college.
Protected neck from your extra polish.
She was wet, but the *** was solid.
Solid gold like the oldies.
Got an old soul like Kobe,
the big homie and Mick Foley.
Tony, Tony, Tony Stark.
There's nothing phony in my heart and that's keeping me alive.
Even when my demons eating me inside,
I sidestep the knock death and make a heart for them to digest.
I'm from the projects, time to be exact.
Top heavy.
Only half of me is fat.
The other half was half pen and paper.
Now it's half pen with vapor with Jay-Z.
Rap innovator, rap renegade, black entertainers.
The big backs and the majors.
Major key, minor chord.
Pay the fee, find the Lord.
Wait and see what can I afford.
Four tourists, no hair.
I'm all tortoise.
Still fresh in the fourth quarter.
Mankind.
I'm all hair, no tortoise.
Let's keep it a buck.
That's four quarters.
I'm riding shotgun, sawed off.
Fourth of July, your fortress.
The fork in the road, spooning your broad.
She's gorgeous.
Core fitness, Ironman competitions.
Got it all up in the composition.
I'm all hair, no tortoise.
The boy with the long hair.
No baldy and walking across air so calmly.
It's hip hop.
Watch the photo snap.
Oh, it's dogs.
I'm a pogo dad.
Slow motion pose over him.
It's Kujo snap.
Judo chop.
All these cats spitting pseudo facts.
Pop high off the spinach.
They like Pluto back.
It's the moon on wax.
They like Pluto back.
I'm like, who is Pluto?
Two of Bluenose who knew those facts.
Soon as he saw that his shoes don't match.
I'm in the mood,
though,
and * don't matter who go last.
Don't matter who moves slow, who go fast.
Still in time, landmine, bomb, click.
The sands of time trickle.
Dr. Strange, mind bender.
Election year, drop the trifecta.
Huh.
Fire sign.
That's where I exit.
Digested.
Mankind.