Ahh, the borders of heaven are zipped up tight tonight The abstract streets, the lights like some switched on Mondrian Cats like us are obsolete, hey man, don't breathe on
? well, my dick just like that telescope. Whoo, damn, whoo, damn! That pussy from my wish list I stop calling them kitty cause them cats be on that fish
course that, I love her apple bottom short set She got upset, I said she couldn't fire up a cigarette Small brat, ain't used to cats wit short stacks
And I'll stop till your frame is numb Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit A problem
moms wit no guilt Eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk In school I smacked cats in a hurry Moms didn't care she was getting drunk wit Mrs. Berry On
under seige, dillinger in the sleave If my gun jam, you niggas squeeze on me You niggas them cats got the code-d's on me I'm on to my off game, leave
gon fry and like "No I wont, I'm black stupid black people they got melatonin in their skin, we don't burn" meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt like I'm on fire
with my AK And get on the way On the mission, puffin' on a fat ass jay Prude, you can't hang Flash back on the skills when I used to bang On the corner
clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin' Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin' But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed So
the fads and the fashions step in and make on the microphone aiyo world domination is the base of foundation no time wasting fire walk we trail blazing
Talkin bout the greatest better throw him on the list too (who) Way at the top even stopped dreamin even in the offseason Im steamin (hot) Hurry up somebody better check our temperature On the fire
alright That?s right, show you right, alright That?s right, show you right, alright I got Harlem on my mind, Darren on my back Brooklyn in my blood and butters on
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, we on fire We gotta call the fire department Let's go, yo, yo, yo I don't know why people try to be live when
about that Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street And never ever get your mack on please
think without the drink and drugs How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on? Say, ?Fuck security? and get inside and keep them on How many
, got to tell you to your face You get replaced in this game, by Kweli Place the face with the name These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain Like slaves on
sand With a slight tan Smack the mic stand with my right hand When I'm excited Leave you so far in the dust that you forced to bite it On fire like property
that In Jamaica, in Brooklyn, in Ethiopia, we go there and back To all my real live soldier cats where you at Dogs, don't hold them back, those the cats