An Echo from the Hosts that Profess Infinitum (experimental hip-hop)
pinups in the shape of promise, arise
all that diamond dust flowin' up your hose flamboyant obstacles deals made to cope
wow.
ignore the truths shots at all these soft niggas, huh? ideas in recline rise of the lost
yea yea yea yea no yea yea yea yea yea
hey, here we stand slave to network's master plans swag's the brand, open the can change off, still y'all never ran i brag, i boast, i kill, i coast, i toast to cake and crime doin' the most, a stronger dose, a king at leisure time so, so, your grace of mind dope is laced fantasticized gang signs points to hang them high who, swindle? oh yeah that's my guide the forecast he gives chance to blast hussle dough, sure don't seem fast my kiss, my list, my dreams, my stats: these certain things need not be asked.
you you oh, you you think i'm selfish, exist only to wish on stars lay in wait and cut the bars down, then go ice the guards touch the hood and go kiss granny, catch a box of food play the blade and feel that sunlight till you're in the mood but who do you think you are? who do you think you are? who do you think you are? who do you think who you are? who do you thank who you are?