Yeah, yeah, there I go There it is It’s an amazing sound Look around Power of observation (This is somethin’ special) (This is somethin’ new) Marvels and frights and strange delights Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties Ecstatic patterns in the calendar design Wilderness tours guided by and for the blind Cool ruler standin’ still, sweatin’ through the shade He knew those lights only grew bright to fade Dead wrong paegeantry, lottery and games Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake The carnival tilt bell, a hustle for the age They clutch what they covet, what must they give away? Who was uninvited, who was asked to come and stay? Surprise, it’s your life, it’s your business anyway So please, pardon these and such curious minds Peace, safe passage, precious time Hither and gone, the day of days, Yawm al-Qiyamah This tiny stone illuminated by a star born (born) Not only star so large, many more To make our largest star show small, furthermore The end is not the end, no stop but a pause And what we can witness isn’t all there is at all Cuss the mock over scotch and pork chops The passion, expansion, the order of the random See the dreamers, see the sleepers Why would you wake ‘em? Sweet Jesus In life on Earth Seek heaven first Spoil his work Lord, Lord, Lord Her heels set the mood: Where did you acquire those Alias? When I met you, I heard Jesus’ bell, strings and a choir I got lines that’s better than niggas’ albums, plural King of the urban, make your shit sound rural She said her head is so deep, she need a epidural Them other niggas have you lookin’ like a squirrel That ass nuts, I only hang with white boys that like black sluts Tell ‘em, Plain Pat, yo, that track sucks We ain’t dissin’ you, between the positions, you play something for us to listen to I’m tryna worry ’bout my scratch minus the crabs I ain’t stoppin’ for you niggas like yellow cabs I got scripts, so why we need a movie? And if I’m a douche, then put me in your coochie I swear they shoulda never gave these niggas looseleaf And excuse me if I’m trapped by the boobies Booby-trapped Holla back And you know how we get it in You know, AK on the lap like “What’s that?” Click-clack Lord, Lord, Lord All white Bentley, I call that mama My life crazy, like Obama’s You talk slick, well, I’m Osama Bin Laden, I’m what’s happen’, I get it crackin’ All black carbon, on my wrist, yeah It’s gon’ take you a couple years to get this here Thank AP, well, they thank me And I’d be mad, too, if you ain’t me Call me Mr. Deeds, or Mr. Boss See me ridin’ clean, in a Rolls-Royce Niggas talkin’ funny, that’s old money Niggas lookin’ crazy, but they talkin’ funny Nowadays, rappers, they like bloggers You see me, I’m a bank-hogger Comin’ through your hood, in a Brinks truck With 25s on it like what the fuck Hunt and feed ‘em better, what the fuck you stick? Paparazzi on the water, what the fuck you stick? My face got the fuck-you-pricks My beats go hard like fuck-you dicks Pourin’ champagne, damn thing See me rockin’ suede, nigga, in the damn rain Ain’t a damn thing, money ain’t a damn thing Ask Yeezy and Mos, we do the goddamn thing Get down to the precious lovers Lord, Lord, Lord Ay, yo, open glass on my fingers I sit back like I’m caged, but still cakin’, while niggas is hatin’ It’s like bein’ in the livest Lambo in the hood You a piece of steak, I rather be that than some bacon Every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw That’s why I wear a big hat and roll Where you goin’ if you don’t know where you came or when you came? All you know is we the cocaine, non-believers, no gain I’m zooted down, rollin’ a spliff, maxin’ Flamin’ like wheels got traction, I’m son, he’s attractive Guaranteed to service them real niggas, and crusin’ in a Volvo A duffel for dolo, puffy Polo