( Verse ) ( Gil Scott-Heron ) Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize They got to get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised We got respect for young rappers and the way they're freewayin' But if you're gonna be teachin' folks things Make sure you know what you're saying Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how Remember, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct Because if you're gonna be speaking for a whole generation And you know enough to handle their education Be sure you know the real deal about past situations And ain't just repeating what you heard on a local TV station Sometimes they tell lies and put them in a truthful disguise But the truth is, that's why we said it wouldn't be televised They don't know what to say to our young folks But they know that you do And if they really knew the truth Why would they tell you

(Verse One) Very legendary, Pan-African royal Steppin' out in all black, troopin' like Zorro Goodfella, Goldfields, Grasberg era Spit a bar, then I makeover like Clairol People say with these words I can paint murals That my shine's aligned wit' Sapphire jewels Sit down with my papers like back in school Pen filled with lighter fluid, set fire to 'em Sayin' hey to the youngin's like Rick the ruler Slay, layin' in a jungle over slave ruins Military when I target then start shootin' Digable, how I plan it when I pick the coolest Smokey rooms, fumes high as nail polish removers Killin' bills in exotic leather yellow Puma's Ain't had an off day since Ferris Bueller Tellin' every consumer, this that party music (Yeah) (Chorus) If ya up in the crowd, and ya lovin' the sound Say DJ turn it up It's that sure-shock knocker, flavor Mack, Big Poppa Real Hip-hoppers know what's up Genghis Khan on a record, King Kong mic-checkers We pound like Daz and Kurupt (Yeah) It's me and Ern-Mo' The Arkitech and Ayatollah (Verse Two) Back to basic equations, training stimulation's Wrote the book, diagrams, illustrations Arkitech, Belichick plays, page one I throw bars, they discharge like a ray gun Hustle man, Tracy Morgan on occasion Big Worm every Friday like Faizon Talk numbers, conversating wit' liaisons Next to 'em plottin', Zac Efron in "Neighbors" The returns come later, insinuating We some bad boys, Craig Mack and Big wit' the flavor A nuclear reactor leave Rappers captive Who retaliate with ineffective lasers You can wager some greater, but they're probably major A hundred names on script, I just flip the paper Never claiming being better than my predecessors Just out doing me, at a better level ( Chorus )

( Verse One ) Night time upon us, gotta go for paper like we want it Looks like rain, heard a storm was forming Lightning strike clock towers when I'm recording We're back to the future, flux capacitor format Got verbal lessons, sound compressions and all that Light-years ahead of cats whenever we orbit (Yeah) I still shine glorious, we packin' in shows You couldn't rock the same floor as us East coast, West coast, Detroit to Florida Killing crowds, my booking agent a part-time coroner I spit a bar, open up the door for us Walking over dudes who need to pick their fuckin' chorus up When you see us coming don't start frontin' Just cop a CD, ticket or somethin' (Yeah) I'm still Rev' Runnin' Got your girl sweatin', just when you think you looking stunning ( Chorus ) ( Verse Two ) Brain splurgin' criminal thoughts, we in the 4X4, dirty We 'bout to merge God, waitin' on my connect from Jersey Pissed off, but his weight Big Game James Worthy So sit pa', listen to the Sirius satellite radio Guaranteed after this, we gonna gross doe Blow some, spend some cream out in Acapulco Vacate, surrounded by dames in their open-toe sandals Dust off the Chamberlain manual Game can score a hundred so I run it 106 and Park interviews, take you back to Teen Summit Hold up wait, here we go, that's him In the '94 Isuzu Amigo, get the bankroll This here's official, make moves like Tony and Frank Built a foundation, also how I copped that link So now we can't let this boat sink, just came out my think tank I need at least ten thousand grams for my Ben Frank's ( Chorus ) ( Verse Three ) Midnight merchant, how I used to work it, I was perfect Touchin' heads, fiends called me the brain surgeon Now I'm up in the hills, splittin' Garcia's, no Phill's Splurgin', burpin' Bourbon, puff Purple, networking Domino effect, just landed a spot out in Scotland Neck The plain trailer with the white wooden steps Me and crimey, we can hold it ourself He 5'11, look like the light-skin Omar Epps He got a saw-off by the door, I got the twins on the shelf In the back of the lab, see we movin' that meth We got that glass-grade shit, guaranteed to hit Take eight hours to cook so we put the plasma screen in Channel 6, Chi' town host the Knicks D' Rose is out, Amare's back, Melo got new kicks Get our game on while others still riding the bench Tellin' kids this ain't for you, get the Hell from our fence ( Chorus )

( Verse One ) Late night villains on a road to riches Victimize the innocent in pursuit of millions, silly really They're just feelin' themselves Politics, malitia, part of the same system Game, aim missiles and milk the public wealth Co-signed at the table, just a third of the wager And ya hand is dealt House wins, no matter what the plan is, ya sandwich If strategies ain't gambit, don't play yourself Learn from L's when they burn slow Get out the wormhole, lookin' wild as Tone Loc in a turncoat Get money like my brother Ern-Mo', we keep the rhythm popping It's El DeBarge in a Eldorado with Bob Marley As we mark up the track you can't carbon copy Try to come with that same bull that burnt Gotti Man, I rarely do hibachi but the style choppy Plus bars stay polished, they just slide off me Hit you like the Holy Spirit Any verse I max, you get the whole experience My goons real guerilla's, period Cat got killed by Big George, he was that curious See how the scene can get real graphic Anyone got that one friend trying to Snapchat it That friend that blaze all day and they' an asthmatic That one friend, can't fight, always acting bananas Got me sounding like James Brown, don't start static In control like Marley Marl before them 4-matics My aura wild, "Golden Child" meets "The Last Dragon" In UFO's directly over your bandwagons Rhyme Sammy Davis, tap-dancing on 'em like ( Chorus ) ( Verse Two ) News reporters talking new world order Everybody's two cents, now up to two and a quarter Despite their living quarters, fight to give to their sons and daughters Those that can afford it, still behind on their mortgage So many people three paychecks from being homeless Why we celebrate, then try to relive those moments What your future holds, no one can claim to know it Your favorite reality TV show don't promote it Or any project from Lee Daniels, Perry, or Oprah You know the dollars generated off of Black culture Every star out here, wannabe supernovas Grumpy trolls under the bridge, meet Ayatollah Disperse soldiers, like Kris chant, "The Bridge Is Over" Then it's back to the lair after killing you culprits Coming down off a high, I wasn't even focused The fate of the world, cape and cowl on my shoulders Giving tracks fatalities, war and casualties Really just a formality My instincts invade every section of your fallacies Trigger your mortality, then it's back to reality Back to skills that yield the kids to yell ya majesty Alex Haley, navy blazer, displaying tragedy Casually exit the scene, chiefin' some Mexican green Draw up the play, then we X out your team ( Chorus )

( Intro ) So now I'm up in the airport trying to hop the plane Gettin' stopped by security teams Escape to Amsterdam, they stoppin' my mission, slow up I guess I'll have to start from the beginning, hold up ( Verse One ) Up in parts near Western, lived an O-G, his name Kevin We used to flip tools, a few Smith and Wesson's Knew him through some mutual dudes since 9-11 Like a big brother, taught me how to shop for fine leather And I used to shoot him lessons, he blew notes like Tevin Used to pull up in a tinted out black Mark-VII Would rock a couple jewels, but was grown man with it Wore labels I couldn't pronounce, pinky rings fitted His baby-mom's, this bad chick, lived out in Venice Used to model, now she trying to break in the music business When it came down to trees, he knew just where to get it Cats with two acres of it, now that's some spinach Rock different cars, would ask, how you cop that whip He say son, you know we crime, we don't pay for shit The other night, slip me the plan while we was passing the fifth Said he gotta heist this month, going down on the tenth Is you down with it, say man, you know I'm Don I back robberies, don't have to smack clowns for their bricks Now you asking throw the uniform on and go in Like MJ at forty-ish, on some Washington Wizard shit Man you know how it is, got the wife and the kid My little man in high school, can't be fuckin' with bids (Alright, Alright) Hit me with logistics in the morning, say ten Damn, just when I was out, shit they pull me back in ( Break ) ( Verse Two ) At his house, 9:50, what you're now hearing is all history Mansion, Lamborghini, the Bentley Three SUV's, generator supply the energy Bank account silly, the fruits of a crime industry Enter through the pool, hallway right through the pantry Walk through the kitchen, everything is like classy Escorted by the maid, she usually off on Saturday Right up to my man, meeting room with a balcony He cussing on his cell, with one finger up, wait Talking in Russian, every so often, got a set them straight Taking shorts in our business, see it's not a debate And those caught scheming, their bodies found floating in lakes So he hangs up, and we begin to conversate Said he got a inside man at the federal bank Like that Spike Lee joint with Denzel, rockin' the mustache From back in the days, to big for his face So what you need from me, kid you know how we do You can run the crew, I break more bread with you Just keep it 'tween us, them other fools out the loop Everybody got a alias, yours Mr. Blue Them other four dudes, they're cool, they know the rules It's a five man job, everybody needs a tool Do it straight, we'll split enough cake to vacate on the moon Had plans of getting out I thought, this can be the move ( Break ) ( Verse Three ) We at a federal reserve, say word, what you thought This was that Bonnie and Clyde shit, that ride or die shit (Nah) We on that Deniro and Tom Sizemore shit So much heat, we on a clock from the door bitch Cats suited up like "Reservoir Dogs", I'm whispering Turn off the cell, draw no attention at all When I drop the signal, smash the guard, like When I'm droppin' this single next year, put it on blast from the start (Go in...) The kid smack him, licked a shot, the crowd panicking Like the "Star Wars" movie, the villain back again One guard got gully, pressed the alarm Reached for his holster, hit my man in his dressed Sean John I splat his brain right on top of his shoulders, hope he talked to Jehovah, looking like some Play-Doh when it's over We hit the door fast, no time for shoot out war But we'll retaliate, that's what these semi-auto's is for Everybody jettin', me and Mr. Pink, tryin' to catch a ride with this freak She all frantic, pull a baby nine from under the seat Caught him right in his cheek, I ain't pause Put two in her face before she could blink Then I grabbed my man, all bloody, trying to stop the leak Tussled to get him in the backseat, this dude's heavy He's mumbling, just drop me off at Saint Mary Then he went stiff, and passed, I ditched the car and scurried So now I'm up in the airport, trying to hop the plane Getting stopped by security teams Escape to Amsterdam, they stoppin' my mission Got my picture for the robbery, I'm guessing I'm finished (Damn)

( Verse One ) Superman flow, Bronzson the hero watch A fallen angel in the game like "Hancock" I been through holy wars, gear that cost more than yours But in the same boat with bills, I gotta tour Gotta exploit my best lines, place 'em on a score Keep it one-hundred, but at times you want more And I can feel that, can't spit the same things twice I got too much on my brain, and it's just as nice Write pages after pages, sometimes up out of spite Make a lime out of a lemon, and I ain't even Sprite Man, I pull up in a vehicle, I don't do bikes Lady, I can show you what a real g' like Step in any studio and watch me tune up mics More paper keep a player enticed If I don't write, I type, if I don't type I'm on Facebook or Skype Waiting on the cue to go in (What's the title) Is this real life ( Chorus ) Is this real life... Is it real life... Is this real life... ( Verse Two ) Shining stars for you to see, what you can truly be Can't let society determine your destiny It could be you in the Lexus next to me We give a nod, pull off as the light turn green No need to tattoo your entire anatomy I think, what would my grandkids see If you's a g', real shooters'll just stash your body I respect dude, but don't wanna look like Rodman I'm still a bad boy like Diddy, Will, and Martin Against my team, I pity your whole department Kill designer styles that make your fitted garments Look like you copped them out of flea markets Get respect like Gotti, that makes me a target But I'm more like Gandhi, thro' all of my heart in Up in an office plottin' on how I can profit off my next project Money spread out on the carpet (Is this real life) ( Chorus ) ( Verse Three ) My eyes focused on the marks of the beast, and I mark my bills I always find the Devil in the details, then I choke him out Some may quote about, how I used to smoke it out In silk shirts on patio's at my open house Fly women in a see-through blouse Was gettin' likes on our pic's 'fore Facebook was out Track our spending 'til the books ran out Then we spent enough paper off the books, IRS got stressed out Kept it low-key like Clark Kent, could pull an S' out Pocket change at no less than a thou', look more than decent All seasons, go to spots, get VIP treatment Break you off a piece, please no reaching This go out to folks who love to shoot dice, get right Under Friday night lights, don't give a fuck, rock diamonds that's tight My vision clear, got a mil' in my sights, I take aim Wipe the remains, love to hear my seed saying (Is this real life) ( Chorus )

( Verse ) Tina said it best, what love gotta do wit' it, huh Relationship was just sex, should not have trusted her I hustled four blunt dimes when it was all unheard of Fake friends in my circle I should of kept as customers All I ever did was try to build with brothers The plan to birth a new nation, seen it like Nat Turner Before Tariq Nasheed release them "Hidden Colors" Was saying this is America like I'm Donald Glover Hard times being Black, encounter disservice It's undeserving, no matter which way you cats reword it Furthermore, I refer to your slurs, they seemed assertive Invoking genocide, task forces, and masked murder Ask another how I see it, just a common norm' From old timers to Black kids up in college dorms Absorb flavors, my nature naughty wit' Tommy boy If I look out for you, don't play me like the Commodores (Yeah) Back wit' that business, movin' product state to state You can have it when I'm finished Still spittin' marvel bars, exactly how you remembered Your attempts to thro' shade through statements, highly offensive Bouncing off me, rubberband man, Pan-African, Mr. Lyrical Wizard, fans scan from Pandora to Sirius It's situations like this, I might take a bit serious Sit back to brand something, the numbers what got me into it How I spent cream, on some "Brewster's Million" "Despicable Me", neighborhood villain, sick wit' minions Mxyzptlk, missiles sent to all my nemesis's premises Wit' a written message 'tached to the front reading remember us Goons pullin' canons off racks, our hits are accurate Smack you silly, you wake up really delirious It's on now, Bronz-style, met a few who admired now Let 'em peep the manuscript, got it back, pages torn out (What the fuck)

( Verse One ) ( Bronzson ) Like alleged sex, you never penetrated, fuck what ya rep' sayin' Rebellious, slash villain, Anakin, Darth Vader Lay low solo then appear like "The Force Awakens" Try to make off with the ring like LeBron's Lakers This that conscious effort, try to get you crabs to wake up That Spike Lee wit' a pen, sittin' on forty acres Ya graze at it, rhymes panoramically too dynamic Paint it graphic as Francis, blackness cover the canvas ( Plagueon ) Unearth the surface of purpose, the grand Oz beyond the curtains Determinin' what’s working, I’m not burdened by the vermin I’m virtually birthing a perfect record, wrecking the circuit Plagueon services oversee the emerald eyes of serpents Lurking dark in the deep end of celestial pools Third iris from the RA, a set a blaze a mannequin’s moves Add too the jewels spoken, If you still don’t feel you awoken I’ll use anatomy tools, you fools get spread wide open ( Bronzson ) Rorschach of the "Watchmen", I circle fo' answers Think I won't in a stop, pop 'nd lock you for ransom This the anthem, my main source was breakin' atoms Flip channels, seen Adam West as Batman playin' piano Spittin' diesel, Schwarzenegger mixed wit' Lou Fer-ragg-no That R.I.P. militia-grade ammo', thrash ya Lambo' Second it takes is nano, my jacket play it camo' From all angles, attack ya building, Genseric the Vandal No tricks, how we keep it lit like a Yankee candle That currency glow like that gamma touched by Dr. Banner Out of stocks, squeezin' profits like its Tropicana Cigars, cabanas, flicks Godfather, Tony Montana Ask Kiana, legendary like Aristotle Since when the closest name to Kane lived out in Sleepy Hollow Fast-forward, historic, buildin' lands of tomorrow Sick wit' it, no prescription mentioned on a pill bottle ( Break ) ( Verse Two ) ( Plagueon ) Full throttle I steer the convo' in directions, past a mano en mano Logging hours of plotting, combination points and markings Carvings like hieroglyphics, driven by older spirits Frigid war lyrics, reflecting my distant mirror image, come 'nd get it Thats a understatement, rake the mental landscape and Mow it over, soldier from the holster, I’m a sizzle bacon Scramble eggs and buckle legs, break fast on knuckle heads Break bread with my brethren, even if I’m eatin lead Red dead redemption, laughin if my name is mentioned In the wrong light, the darkest night, you’ll get a clear depiction Of my infantry who play the battle ground like a symphony Amongst the stars is infamy, we lock and load artillery ( Bronzson ) I hang-glide off of beats like extreme athletes Aged playas poppin' bull like Jason Caffey Combo forwards, war stories, up 'n' downs wit' ya team We're all lords on the floor, tryin' to catch us a ring Today's players high off pills, alcohol, and caffeine Dumbin' down a skill, since Biz, average doesn't compete We like heavyweights, Tyson, Jack Johnson, Ali Mental train from ghettos to villas, decked out 'n Belize ( Plagueon ) No reputation too cop please, I’ll cock these hammers Crimson tide you roll pride, watch me pop these bama’s Dirt naps you talk trap, never been inside the slammer Bad manners’ll get you a pine box and pajamas Man of my word, and action like my life is a verb Curve your enthusiasm herb, I’ll have you bitin' the curb, lessons Are well known investments if there’s somethin' you learned My investment is worth my effort, if there’s something I earn ( Break ) ( Verse Three ) ( Bronzson ) Meditate, debate, relate, then I circumvent Everything after that is all circumstance That Voltron, mega-ton bomb, cloaked 'n' dagg'ed Fly as doves, lookin' Prince in a purple Jag' Pennin' this life sentence, another convicted man Playin' that green mile, didn't mean to murk ya fans Escaped plans, new land, double-up, Duran-Duran Program blammed, dead it, on lock since the Tascam Now we jus' enhance, anything In the rabbit tunnel and its trickling, led me to a pinky ring Respect on my name like Birdman I ain't got to say another word, you jus' stretch out on the curb and It's another one like Khalid, all secured at the palace We rally crowds 'nd rarely get sat down like O'Malley Codename Ronin, Black Bart, darts through opponents Food for thought, we scramble brains like eggs up in Shoney's ( Plagueon ) Straight up beefaroni, aye Tony, leave the gun take the cannoli I don’t look for trouble, I can do that shit by my lonely Lone Ranger, the boomerang, effect and cause of the danger Major air that ass out like human trafficking containers Ace in the hole, chasing a goal, and my approach is stunning Proof is through the roof like what a Russian moonshiner’s running Sum of the equation, invadin', with sound that’s so abrasive I’ve been sunnin' camps since Jason was waitin' on summer vacation My calculations and calibrations, that Galileo observations For recreation, seek revenge on complacent Drag faces across the pavement, bone shattering, earthquakin' By the time you figure it out, you’ll know you made a mistake man

( Chorus ) I knew a lady by the name of (Luv) Princess to a prince, gave her diamonds and pearls Sparkle like Meghan Markle, on top of the world Love the way I emcee, any dress, she thorough ( repeat 1x ) ( Verse One ) I met her on a double date Wasn't even on lover's chase Twenty minutes, and I wasn't even at the place Like bell-bottoms, fashionably late Walked in, detached my coat like a cape Business elsewhere, plottin' a Houdini escape That's when my dude like this Luv, I'm like cool Body bangin', left leg had a tattoo But I had shit to do Wasn't so distracted, would of been into you Stank attitude, ain't mean to come off rude Second date, I ain't show, you were not in the mood Made my dude ride you through the hood like Cube, fumin' Eyes like Taraji P., or so I assume Laughed it off later, now I'm straight up digging on you Went through meet the parents, after introduced to her crew (C'mon) ( Chorus ) ( Verse Two ) Killer like Sharon Stone Really can't box her like Larry Holmes Turn a fella tenor from a baritone Head shaved, dyed blonde, look like Amber Rose Such a lady wit' the nails and the painted toes Keepin' players on the fence when the gate is closed Her milkshake bring out boys like Kelis 5'3, one-thirty, skinny waist, dime piece Chaka Khan, little sweet thing, mommy still a beast Savvy in the kitchen, hit me wit' the Southern egg quiche Trust God, not a thot, but shorty a freak In a rented B-M', finger-fucked her from the driver seat Dated five good weeks, then decided to breeze She had to move to N-Y, sick nana in Queens We embraced at RDU like a Bogart scene Man, I couldn't take my hands off her acid-faded jeans ( Chorus ) ( Break ) ( Verse Three ) Essential, soul child, Streisand, yentile Never stop communicatin', we became pen pals Convo' never watered down, linked up when in town Plan a escapade, play a room for eleven hours Love, power, respect, so endowed, showered her wit' Gucci, jewels, flowers, fine shit, Bonnie, Clyde, we 'bout it Visits up North, middle finger up at Trump Towers Put me on to real five percenters and that good sour Good times, flyin' home, back in Charlotte in an hour Lay over, then it's back to Pitt County, home of Howard Bronzson, Pablo, fish and collards combo' That soul cooking, good lookin' ma like Esther Rolle Dynamite explode, ya know, yo', what can I say Like Uncle L', I need a girl from around my way Type of lady 'bout her business, but like stayin' up late Meditate, relive stress in silhouette negligees ( Chorus )

( Verse ) ( Gil Scott-Heron ) A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago But no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain, and it Might not be such a bad idea if I never Never went home again

Peace to Big L', my Den of Thieves homies like Jamele Rasberry, son, remember your style very well Old Man, Juke Luv, back to Scobby, Burrell Slop Rob, Big Rob, the brothers, Fruit and Fred Can't leave out Khalif, Tremaine, Maxwell, and Isaiah Dee out in Germany, see you once I conquer Brazil Fee-Doub', Pat, Frank and Ron, Ken, Kitika My people's up in G-town, what's good wit' ya It's your boy Howie, kill all them rumors you heard Still pitch a flow, strike you out in the third Wordplay more than simple verbs, thro' a Mean metaphorical curve, crowd response, like some baby birds Drop a worm on 'em, wardrobe still Wally's, leather preferred Correct your science like a chemistry nerd Got thots who run plots on herbs, they wear tank tops Loyal runners, no frontin', they make their bank drops Cops feelin' me like Denzel in "Safe House" Using Wikipedia, it helps to figure my slang out, anyway Back on my business, designing 'nd rhymin' exquisite Them Bally's cut from a lizard A diamond in the ruff, grew to an iced out blizzard Was cataclysmic, ran wit' gold bricks, copped from the wizard My wiz is seeing my metaphysics, my pen catchin' blisters Yeah, my writing exciting, been nice since tongue-kissing ( Chorus ) ( Verse Two ) Used to joke 'nd slapbox wit' Derwin Cox, popular spots Mini-park, and the block, Charles and Ren used to rock Them hi-top fades, amazed When they danced, how they blew up the spot Parties became my classroom I would study the art, DJ in my off days Brainstormin' in purple rain wit' Prince playin' My first time rhymin', ain't know what I was sayin' An out of body experience, enormous, me and Bruce Banner Swap stories, people in awe, we was just transformin' Illustrated, rock well like my first name was Norman, could be The best 'round your way, still ain't have nothing for me Run laps around you half-ass Rappers until ya bore me By then it's fifty to your ten, just keep the other forty Absorbin' lyrical portions of my flow, just record me Been a killer for decades, on a low like Jason Voorhees The album ain't got enough cuts, I make more bleed 'nd Still honin' my skills in every off-season ( Chorus )

( Verse One ) ( Bronzson ) Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters, 'nd gold The rubberband stack of dollars, not easy to fold At a level where the Devil do compete for your soul Same rope they hang you with, you try to use to reach for ya goal I suppose a side of you always wanted to blow Adored the lime-lights, sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll Watch us get the crowd lit, walk away, explode Design a line finer than Vera Wang or Kenneth Cole Land of Oz, you attracted to them yellow brick roads Bit the apple along wit' Eve, couldn't tell a bitch no I ain't tryin' to knock ya hustle, you just learnin' the rope Like the dealer who used to be the addict, snortin' the dope To jump start, take more than jus' a couple of jolts, I know Some Rappers who keep written bars inside of their coat For these critics, wit' their opinions on jus' who is the GOAT Results a shock you three thousand volts, short circuits 'nd Transformers, then get the crowd swarmin', the numbers enormous We spit on 'em, they bring a towel and sing our chorus Fanglorious, do it big, still notorious Dead the track, said the coroner (It's just our) ( Chorus ) Star quality, God-body inside of me My philosophy written with no apology Under the impression, you was tryin' to follow me Was it a social thing, or star quality ( repeat 1x ) ( Verse Two ) ( Ern-Money ) Let's be specific, that little clout is not that terrific, horrific How these clowns forgot that I'm gifted, uplifted Move 'em out your life, things shifted, prolific Conjurin' up these words from the mystic Not simplistic, don't be sore, you need Blistex Lip-stick on my collar from your girl, call her biscuit Tisket, tasket, put all your eggs in one basket Times are drastic, see right through 'em like plastic Saran Wrap, it's crap, can I get a hand clap Oh snap, the Cak' is where him and his man's at Can't stand that, want my credit be ya ransack Stand back, we roll out and we jam pack No jaw-jack, y'all can't call jack' Y'all just fall back, and let 'em just fall flat What should we call it, let 'em tell it, we're prehistoric Same old chorus, but the skills are catharsis That raw shit, comin' straight out the faucet Like Flint, Michigan, don't think they listenin' Keep pissin' in the wind, my friend, get off that Lean This is the team, Bronzson and Money, know what I mean It's star quality ( Break ) ( Chorus )

( Verse One ) Bronzson in the building, I'm jus' tryin' to see a million Worldwide, radio to television Peace to my fam', whole fifty-fourth division Any cat I ever chilled, sparked a splift with Our path meets again, its all love 'til you'll switch it I ain't the type to sell out, or act different I'm more like the preacher, Sunday morning with his scripture Hope these words lift up another nigga Let a kid read my bio, start illustratin' pictures On how to get out his 'hood, but may I mention His pen better craft graphics like Stan Lee's "Avengers" Fuck them naysayers, they got no vision I stay true to my art, Andy Warhol living, could see a scene Go home, pull out the pen and relive it Lines flip off the paper like some Japanese ninjas If situation serious, could leave you dismembered (C'mon) ( Break ) ( Second Verse ) We from them parts, where slave mentality still hawks Catch a deer in ya headlights, back roads, when it's dark Same place MJ jumped off wit' just one shot Off the same ground you figured Kunta Kinte walked Dudes hustle, by '94, they brought the narcs Yeah, you heard it all before, it's that same 'hood talk Every ghetto got 'em, for every good there's a problem My career, stay attackin' more boards than Dennis Rodman Seen good paper long before they hung Saddam 'nd Ran wit' Muslims that practiced Ramadan and Plant seeds in my lines, I'm an avid farmer Head stay above water since I mastered karma Connect wit' more followers, as record labels Try to corrupt more artists, but they can't get all of us I rocked in other area codes, and it was marvelous Cats feelin' it, face expressions were obvious Ain't worry 'bout a dollar bill, can get 'em, got a lot of skill Ya might not think like me, cut from the same cloth, same build Two slugs, one kill, how I made your brain spill And can do it high off gas, Crack, and pain pills Throw you in the same drill, 'til it all gets redundant See every lesson dealt, you ain't learn from it Most these cats in Rap need to start from scratch And those claimin' Hip-hop, needs to give that back (C'mon) ( Break ) (Outro)

( Intro ) ( Bronzson ) Sign of the times... From Bill Cosby to Bill Gates Let's get cake.... ( Verse One ) ( Bronzson ) Results that provoke, insult ya grandma Tell her, pardon my manners The way I molest it Never seen on any camera Lifestyle of the bastard, blast graphic, Hugh Hefner Surrounded by the type of women who jus' blow ya rep' up Pull ya dress, or ya skirt upper, the proverbial Rap inserter, Nat Turner, the net worker The ship's colonel, top earner, wit' two journals Stories "Devil's Advocate" and "Dante's Inferno" The imperial, nothin' general, algorithm metaphysical Deal it digital, it's pivotal to bomb shit, ya best work Put away, it's nonsense, I know You was only tryin' to show confidence Now back to the drawing board, but you feelin' sort of raw Next time sport, bring an Uzi and a sharper sword We don't suit up for awards, we're prepared for war Your shooters run for shelter, cover up like Ollie North ( Chorus ) ( Verse Two ) ( Bronzson ) Coming through your speaker slowly homie, only real g's know me The plan of attack, 'tween me and my target, you 'n the middle of it Like Monie, trapped in a web with Ayatolley, no time To try to kill the vibe with ya sob story, we all got one And yeah, we all about that money I'm from the same place where ain't a damn thing funny I'm aiming out the barrel, but the crabs they love me They see up at the top and rush to put one's above me My team be like, Bronzson stop actin' paranoid You know you birth a verse without the umbilical cord You probably had player potential since you were four Might can compare you to, but really, never seen it before Catalogue without the condom on, give it to you raw, pause Bear witness, the foundation like the Taj Mahal Monarch kings at a high level like LeBron That Ramadan, saw how to brand putting Nike's on ( Break ) ( Chorus ) ( Verse Three ) ( THIRD ) (Yo) You catch me on the grind, then it's money for my time, a You won't go to jail, you got the money for the fine Put some money on the line, and watch the real come out Niggas dying everyday to pay the bills in their house I spit the truth like 'Tre, in the booth though, I slay like Kay Kid I don't play, I'm 'bout the green like day, a basket case For the paper, when I come around, I address the haters Blow off steam 'nd watch 'em catch the vapors I'm still dummin' wit' my bro's, cummin' in these hoes Dumpin' on my foes, 'til I see their casket close Be a wanted man for a hundred grand I be eatin' on the run before I take the stand I enterprise and capitalize wit' guys that live it A lot of niggas just spit it, but for real, I did it I go from a section of freaks, to executive suites Collectin' checks by the week, this is sex on a beach (Bitch) ( Chorus ) ( Outro )