9th Wonder - Slumdog Millionaire lyrics

[Verse 1: Pilot] You can walk straight lines on that alcohol You belong with eight or nine of them other broads You survived and stayed fly when they used thunderbolt Flew so high, but never forgot that you ain't above the law, f** them all They wasn't waiting until the day I rose The hoes that waited until the day I chose Sitting in rows, wanting a rose on a bumpy road Looking for street vendors and peace sign senders See signs in the center of everywhere I enter I guess I overthink, man, I guess I overthink One giant leap for mankind, I got supernova links Cobra venom, some red rum, and momentum Hope I float, bird hoes laying eggs, sunny-side, poached, or fried Man, the flow divine, and those combined with these crazy rhymes Hitting ladies' lines, hazy, feel like staring her down with the lazy eye But the third eye giving d**h stares, blinking to the beat of the best snares And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care Because I'm a motherf**ing slumdog millionaire, b**h [Hook: Pilot] And sh** shouldn't be surprising Piff for the peeps and Pilot Been gifted with recent progress Pottery cla** for the poverty We still on the sidewalk pissing Listening, but not hearing Or looking no further than what we appear as What we appear as is mortal, but everlasting in the spirit And we here in the flesh, pierce through your flesh And we here in the flesh, pierce through your flesh Peer pressure's a b**h, dirty tactics, pressure washes Never caught red-handed, just with green in my pocket Dirty money only circulated in the system Or good kush in my system [Verse 2: Pilot] Dumb broads don't suit the slumdog They throwing mazel tovs for the ball hogs I'm an under groundhog So you can elect a buzz gathering n***a, but it won't affect me at all I'll just dig in the crates and attack you next turn Like that n***a is really under the weather Whether or not I reign, before or after the commas came Inducted into the hall of fame God flows, call me Charlamagne Far from great as far as numbers go Flows hotter than buffalo wing sauce Playing ping pong all day, my brain versus my heart When they should be cohesive to rip apart these demons Wavy flows with a gnarly sequence Doper than Jeff Hardy's entrance But soon as I arrive, only five minutes until the party's ending And that ain't fair, but I don't care Because I'm a motherf**ing slumdog millionaire [Hook: Pilot] And sh** shouldn't be surprising Piff for the peeps and Pilot Been gifted with recent progress Pottery cla** for the poverty We still on the sidewalk pissing Listening, but not hearing Or looking no further than what we appear as What we appear as is mortal, but everlasting in the spirit And we here in the flesh, pierce through your flesh And we here in the flesh, pierce through your flesh Peer pressure's a b**h, dirty tactics, pressure washes Never caught red-handed, just with green in my pocket Dirty money only circulated in the system Or good kush in my system