I mean, if it was up to me, I'd give you jigs just enough money to function, so when I see
you guys with the fancy suits and cars and nice houses, and I'm living in a *** huddle,
I'm just gonna go home.
Hey, yo, two joint party lights lit the Harlem nights.
Peas and rice made a Judas out of Garveyites.
Mommies in the Heights always call me nice.
Summoned all his life rolling dice that was dirtier than Gaudi ice.
My only vice is fly merch.
My concert fashion gotta stay up to par.
We doing God's work.
Forever dip like Farnsworth.
And my Scott Runyon's because I be chopping onions till my eyes hurt.
The future brighter than cellos and violins fortified.
With eight essential minerals and vitamins on the side.
I'm overqualified, but I'ma come along for the ride.
With you because I've been anticipating this homicide.
Never no matter like a vacuum now.
I turn your speakers in the back room to mushroom clouds.
We on that jet fuel about to go to Neptune.
Wow, that ain't a flesh wound.
They about to lay your headstone down.
I'm supreme.
My jean jacket for the shoot with Jean Gaultier.
Philly P.A., we been getting on.
It's the Brodie way.
When it come to drama, I'm a young Sidney Poitier.
Y'all do not sleep on me like Don Quixote.
Since the glory days like Springsteen.
I've been clean.
Any garment on me, that thing mean.
My inseam 32.
Get it, the king?
You're not worthy to the legendary crew.
Do more numbers than you heard we do.
So tell these shoulderless crabs it's over with.
I'm a globalist.
Rolling that gas that's odorless.
Got the bad bunnies shaking.
They asses loaded.
It's German motorists.
Taking that cash to float it.
It's Moussa Keita.
Toss the carry-on luggage to the greed of my black skin.
Somewhere between Violas and Lupita.
Go ask them about the gatekeeper.
World leader.
Kill *** quicker than Usain could run a hundred meters.
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