Pay Homage

Feel so good. Anything that you want. Come on, on. And you need it, baby. Come on. And if you need it, baby. Check it, look. Double back for them niggas that Didn't hear me. I'm back for them niggas that Used to fear me. There's no one nearly as Good as me evidently. Chic dinners up at the gates like heaven sent Me. These niggas ready, aim, fire, I got the Semi. Switch to automatic for niggas that's trying To get me. If you ever got me, it Probably wasn't the lit me. Bright future, light bulbs clicking, I see the envy. Light at the end of the tunnel, it got Me sprinting. Run for some cover cause I'mma squeeze Till it's empty. Don't let me in that door. Especially if you got a girl that's pretty with A little splash of whore. I could never marry me a Mary cause she'll Probably have a baby out of nowhere and I'm Not who it's for. It can't be no divorce. If we locked in, then we locked in times More. So if I'm locked down, I expect a Little more. Cause if you locked out, I got The keys to the door. Good. It's always a family affair, man. The Greens is in the building. Yeah. Come on, come on. And you need it, baby. Pakistan, charcuterie, try royal kebabs. My lady got love for the gods, something Beautifully. As time flies, the best is kept inside The mind of the old man reminiscing in retrospect. Open your pupils to the pupils, Quellian medallions. Together that's the hit squad, Wu and Juice Crew. Over the instrumental, I spread the gospel like a Sufi apostle dealing with West African mysticism. Lick off a hollow till they free the convo. For what they did to Palestine, she'll be noticed As the seasons follow. Government workers hustle for kickbacks. But the most high will always get his lick Back. Every ten minutes it's a homicide over Dispatch. Society east of young and won't admit That. I hit the booth and spit the poor And righteous rich rap. Shout out to Big Twins And mishaps. J. Ross, this shit is fire. Truly inspiring, my nigga did that. Me and A's back to back like knick knack Patty whack. Give a dog a bone, see how I flip that. It's big facts. Come on, come on. And if you need it, to the foundation. Come on, come on. And if you need it, baby. We like EPMD and these fishermens. Exhibit of diligence. I make a pig squeal like deliverance just for Telling what a tragic development we enveloped in. These devils find it hard to face the magic Of melanin. The pro-Blackness is vast. It's type intergalactic. Plus I'm hungry like it's limited rations. Dropping that new shit cause I refuse to just Live in the past tense. About that action. I never act in primitive fashion. Every verse create a civilization. We facing imminent dangers. Raising babies on the minimum wages. Filling my pages with the wisdom of sages. The lexicon was Megatron. The neighborhood was claiming Decepticon. Through the ghettos of the mind like the mecca Don. Spitting game to the debutantes. For real, the gods iller than Mega Lon. Been witness to a real nigga renaissance. Civilizing you beasting. You say you eating, son, I'm feasting like Pentecost. Good. Come on, come on. And if need it, baby. If you can think it and imagine it, it Ain't big enough. Go bigger. You just now got a bar, go figure. So what you figure? Rhyme wise, I do the Figure eight. Play it louder in the back for All my niggas that's late. All my rhymes donate like Melinda French Gates at The estates. By the water fountain, you can sit And wait. Feed the koi, cowboy corduroy, W. E. B. Du Bois. With a license to ill like the Beastie Boys. Technically I'm unemployed, still filling the void, Right? Nigga my house like Frank Lloyd Wright. That's the difference between living in Hancock Park And Boyle Heights. All my rhymes sound spoiled on the mic, but Truthfully it's for the babies, right? Basically what I'm saying is pay homage to the Foundation. When you talk about both Greens and both Chases. Good. Come on, come on. And if you need it, baby. Come on, come on. And if you need it, baby.