Global following
Barely known locally
Training in the Force alone
For more potency.
A lyrical injection of fresh dopamine
Impart verses with the depth of chest openings
On my way to the stage you won't notice me
like an undiscovered Big Pun
That's pretty sobering
Labels don't want a Kunta
They want to Toby me
Men feel it in their nuts
Women in their ovaries
.
I'm right here in the paint for you to poster me
But I'ma still go for the block
That's how it's supposed to be
Spit gross while these drones pray the Rosary
Extract alkaloid from my flows like they were coca leaves
And with all the negotiating and brokering
They never had a deal on me
They never could have closed a thing
I was in Germany when they heard of me
Nerdily spitting lyrics about deep time and short eternities
So what are you talking about
the only thing you understand is stinky leg and walking it out
the type of pitcher to balk on the mound
we spit fluid , you got chault in the mouth
Wack MCs be stossing them out.
Whether they come form the east, west, north or the south.
They can get the proverbial verbal sword to the mouth if they got a problem.
We take man's biggest problems and try to solve them.
Look, the model is changing, we aren't adapting fast enough.
We have solutions too but ain't noby asking us.
Don't ask america casuse we're to busy catching up
Screaming up and down we're on top while others laugh at us
And this ain't nothing to be be proud about
Take the silver spoon and rip it out of your mouth.
Give you something to pout about.
You're just another carbon chemical structure
in a star system with millions of others.
You speak knowledge then I'm feeling you brother.
If not then you're giving me nothing.
This is a pre-emptive strike and you seem to be bluffing.
Kind of N. Korean like. And you still won't do nothing.
Barely known locally
Training in the Force alone
For more potency.
A lyrical injection of fresh dopamine
Impart verses with the depth of chest openings
On my way to the stage you won't notice me
like an undiscovered Big Pun
That's pretty sobering
Labels don't want a Kunta
They want to Toby me
Men feel it in their nuts
Women in their ovaries
.
I'm right here in the paint for you to poster me
But I'ma still go for the block
That's how it's supposed to be
Spit gross while these drones pray the Rosary
Extract alkaloid from my flows like they were coca leaves
And with all the negotiating and brokering
They never had a deal on me
They never could have closed a thing
I was in Germany when they heard of me
Nerdily spitting lyrics about deep time and short eternities
So what are you talking about
the only thing you understand is stinky leg and walking it out
the type of pitcher to balk on the mound
we spit fluid , you got chault in the mouth
Wack MCs be stossing them out.
Whether they come form the east, west, north or the south.
They can get the proverbial verbal sword to the mouth if they got a problem.
We take man's biggest problems and try to solve them.
Look, the model is changing, we aren't adapting fast enough.
We have solutions too but ain't noby asking us.
Don't ask america casuse we're to busy catching up
Screaming up and down we're on top while others laugh at us
And this ain't nothing to be be proud about
Take the silver spoon and rip it out of your mouth.
Give you something to pout about.
You're just another carbon chemical structure
in a star system with millions of others.
You speak knowledge then I'm feeling you brother.
If not then you're giving me nothing.
This is a pre-emptive strike and you seem to be bluffing.
Kind of N. Korean like. And you still won't do nothing.