| [00:02.10][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
| [00:03.81][Intro: RZA] | |
| [00:05.83] | Digital. Childish Gambino |
| [00:09.69] | Mixtape demonstrations |
| [00:15.48][Verse 1: RZA] | |
| [00:16.64] | This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction |
| [00:23.04] | Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen |
| [00:25.60] | Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in |
| [00:28.36] | Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision |
| [00:30.95] | Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision |
| [00:33.57] | Sparks infliction, (Poof) I'm a mad magician |
| [00:36.11] | Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter |
| [00:38.92] | Every atom in your body, now you're anti-matter |
| [00:41.12] | Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor |
| [00:43.67] | Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster |
| [00:46.37] | You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder |
| [00:48.92] | Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter |
| [00:51.58] | On your face, now you carry by the pall-bearer |
| [00:53.82] | Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up |
| [00:56.69] | Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up |
| [00:59.42] | We in the rib with a smirk *****, all geared up |
| [01:01.89] | Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks |
| [01:04.70] | We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno |
| [01:07.50] | We saw more baselines than Juno |
| [01:09.36] | Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo |
| [01:11.71] | Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo |
| [01:14.54] | Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo |
| [01:17.08] | Hold the weight like nine sumos |
| [01:19.07] | Bust shots like John Lugo |
| [01:21.16] | You know how the Wu go |
| [01:22.46][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
| [01:22.66] | Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift |
| [01:25.36] | High brow, eyebrows on a space*****p |
| [01:27.47] | Take sips of that Ace of Spades-es |
| [01:30.46] | Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet |
| [01:32.65] | Can't see them haters, we dont give a ***** though |
| [01:35.59] | Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat |
| [01:37.73] | Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me |
| [01:40.36] | Travel 'round the globe, spend and make 'bout a 100 G's |
| [01:43.21] | Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser |
| [01:45.31] | Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers |
| [01:47.83] | Thank God they found us, the game was starvin' |
| [01:50.38] | I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin |
| [01:52.87] | Bobby Digital, Do you really think these *****s know *****t? |
| [01:55.87] | Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick |
| [01:58.38] | Pride is a *****. I am not a grown up |
| [02:00.63] | Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followers |
| [02:03.62] | She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra |
| [02:06.07] | Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:08.29] | Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:10.89] | She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her |
| [02:13.55] | Home is that Outkast, soul like I'm Phonte |
| [02:16.39] | Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé |
| [02:18.83] | Back on on my dumb *****t, ***** we the stupidest |
| [02:21.54] | Gave them *****s real *****t, don't know what to do with it |
| [02:24.04] | I did what I did man, did you really see it though? |
| [02:26.59] | 'Bino hard and fast, *****s sweet and low |
| [02:29.24] | American Royalty, family loyalty |
| [02:31.34] | We cream of the crop why the ***** would we stop? |
| [02:34.09] | She had two sons: both of 'em good grades |
| [02:36.96] | Both of 'em rap songs |
| [02:38.20] | Where did she go wrong? |
| [02:39.47] | Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at |
| [02:42.07] | Black Kennedy, where the ***** you *****s at? |
| [02:45.02] |
| [00:02.10][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
| [00:03.81][Intro: RZA] | |
| [00:05.83] | Digital. Childish Gambino |
| [00:09.69] | Mixtape demonstrations |
| [00:15.48][Verse 1: RZA] | |
| [00:16.64] | This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction |
| [00:23.04] | Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen |
| [00:25.60] | Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in |
| [00:28.36] | Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision |
| [00:30.95] | Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision |
| [00:33.57] | Sparks infliction, Poof I' m a mad magician |
| [00:36.11] | Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter |
| [00:38.92] | Every atom in your body, now you' re antimatter |
| [00:41.12] | Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor |
| [00:43.67] | Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind' s faster |
| [00:46.37] | You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder |
| [00:48.92] | Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter |
| [00:51.58] | On your face, now you carry by the pallbearer |
| [00:53.82] | Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up |
| [00:56.69] | Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up |
| [00:59.42] | We in the rib with a smirk , all geared up |
| [01:01.89] | Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi' lino on the tracks |
| [01:04.70] | We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno |
| [01:07.50] | We saw more baselines than Juno |
| [01:09.36] | Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo |
| [01:11.71] | Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo |
| [01:14.54] | Master time fix the clocks like I' m Hugo |
| [01:17.08] | Hold the weight like nine sumos |
| [01:19.07] | Bust shots like John Lugo |
| [01:21.16] | You know how the Wu go |
| [01:22.46][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
| [01:22.66] | Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift |
| [01:25.36] | High brow, eyebrows on a space p |
| [01:27.47] | Take sips of that Ace of Spadeses |
| [01:30.46] | Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet |
| [01:32.65] | Can' t see them haters, we dont give a though |
| [01:35.59] | Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat |
| [01:37.73] | Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me |
| [01:40.36] | Travel ' round the globe, spend and make ' bout a 100 G' s |
| [01:43.21] | Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser |
| [01:45.31] | Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers |
| [01:47.83] | Thank God they found us, the game was starvin' |
| [01:50.38] | I' m clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin |
| [01:52.87] | Bobby Digital, Do you really think these s know t? |
| [01:55.87] | Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick |
| [01:58.38] | Pride is a . I am not a grown up |
| [02:00.63] | Tweetin' when I' m 70, these halfdead followers |
| [02:03.62] | She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra |
| [02:06.07] | Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:08.29] | Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:10.89] | She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her |
| [02:13.55] | Home is that Outkast, soul like I' m Phonte |
| [02:16.39] | Oldschool J' s like Beyonce' s fiance |
| [02:18.83] | Back on on my dumb t, we the stupidest |
| [02:21.54] | Gave them s real t, don' t know what to do with it |
| [02:24.04] | I did what I did man, did you really see it though? |
| [02:26.59] | ' Bino hard and fast, s sweet and low |
| [02:29.24] | American Royalty, family loyalty |
| [02:31.34] | We cream of the crop why the would we stop? |
| [02:34.09] | She had two sons: both of ' em good grades |
| [02:36.96] | Both of ' em rap songs |
| [02:38.20] | Where did she go wrong? |
| [02:39.47] | Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at |
| [02:42.07] | Black Kennedy, where the you s at? |
| [02:45.02] |
| [00:02.10][Produced by Childish Gambino] | |
| [00:03.81][Intro: RZA] | |
| [00:05.83] | Digital. Childish Gambino |
| [00:09.69] | Mixtape demonstrations |
| [00:15.48][Verse 1: RZA] | |
| [00:16.64] | This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction |
| [00:23.04] | Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen |
| [00:25.60] | Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in |
| [00:28.36] | Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision |
| [00:30.95] | Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision |
| [00:33.57] | Sparks infliction, Poof I' m a mad magician |
| [00:36.11] | Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter |
| [00:38.92] | Every atom in your body, now you' re antimatter |
| [00:41.12] | Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor |
| [00:43.67] | Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind' s faster |
| [00:46.37] | You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder |
| [00:48.92] | Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter |
| [00:51.58] | On your face, now you carry by the pallbearer |
| [00:53.82] | Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up |
| [00:56.69] | Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up |
| [00:59.42] | We in the rib with a smirk , all geared up |
| [01:01.89] | Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi' lino on the tracks |
| [01:04.70] | We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno |
| [01:07.50] | We saw more baselines than Juno |
| [01:09.36] | Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo |
| [01:11.71] | Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo |
| [01:14.54] | Master time fix the clocks like I' m Hugo |
| [01:17.08] | Hold the weight like nine sumos |
| [01:19.07] | Bust shots like John Lugo |
| [01:21.16] | You know how the Wu go |
| [01:22.46][Verse 2: Childish Gambino] | |
| [01:22.66] | Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift |
| [01:25.36] | High brow, eyebrows on a space p |
| [01:27.47] | Take sips of that Ace of Spadeses |
| [01:30.46] | Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet |
| [01:32.65] | Can' t see them haters, we dont give a though |
| [01:35.59] | Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat |
| [01:37.73] | Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me |
| [01:40.36] | Travel ' round the globe, spend and make ' bout a 100 G' s |
| [01:43.21] | Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser |
| [01:45.31] | Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers |
| [01:47.83] | Thank God they found us, the game was starvin' |
| [01:50.38] | I' m clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin |
| [01:52.87] | Bobby Digital, Do you really think these s know t? |
| [01:55.87] | Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick |
| [01:58.38] | Pride is a . I am not a grown up |
| [02:00.63] | Tweetin' when I' m 70, these halfdead followers |
| [02:03.62] | She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra |
| [02:06.07] | Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:08.29] | Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka |
| [02:10.89] | She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her |
| [02:13.55] | Home is that Outkast, soul like I' m Phonte |
| [02:16.39] | Oldschool J' s like Beyoncé' s fiancé |
| [02:18.83] | Back on on my dumb t, we the stupidest |
| [02:21.54] | Gave them s real t, don' t know what to do with it |
| [02:24.04] | I did what I did man, did you really see it though? |
| [02:26.59] | ' Bino hard and fast, s sweet and low |
| [02:29.24] | American Royalty, family loyalty |
| [02:31.34] | We cream of the crop why the would we stop? |
| [02:34.09] | She had two sons: both of ' em good grades |
| [02:36.96] | Both of ' em rap songs |
| [02:38.20] | Where did she go wrong? |
| [02:39.47] | Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at |
| [02:42.07] | Black Kennedy, where the you s at? |
| [02:45.02] |
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