( 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

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( 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

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