[Verse 1: Gatsby]
Lodge told me to k** em so I'mma k** em
Got the game nervous now tell me if you feel him
Remember these n***as telling me they ain't like my sh**
Now they want beats, call Tyrone to make you a hit
And while you at it watch your career turn dramatic
The top flow like attics turn your stat quo into addicts
sh** is getting drastic on average I'm illmatic
They fall asleep on your beats they get ecstatic over my static
Talk to your girl she needed a good change
She walked to my bed gave me some good brain
I pull out to give her a pearl necklace but f** it
I'm turnt up right now so I give her 2 chains
Keep wet it girl, I need a poncho
Ynic, head honcho
So dope corners missed me like a fish eye
Stay high off self, float in like black birds in a Vanilla Sky
Who you finn a try f** outta my face while James Diotic clear the space
[Verse 2: James Diotic]
Yo school got me busy but I'm not gon' stress
Feeling kinda dizzy where's A Tribe Called Quest
I'm Buggin' Out, it's kinda muggy out
Not too much to do I guess I'm chillin' in the house
Pa**ed out on the couch, out for the count
Counting wool in my skull, now I'm on a track
Watch as I lay
Single for today, what's love anyway
A condom and a baby momma momma getting mad
And I'm only saying half
Hear me now before I blow up on the graphs, like the neck of a giraffe
Ain't that something to see, just being honest with me
Cause if I lied to myself I'd be too blind for these beats
I'd be too blind for these beats
I'd be too blind for these beats
[Verse 3: Gatsby]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, Shut the f** up n***a quit talkin'
Before I pull the weapon of choice, Christoper Walken
On the wild side I used to be bitter
Now I hang with b**hes who brain bad like John Ritter
Your crew hate, but I gotta squad of men that'll slaughter them
While I'm in my cardigan, Stacy Adams gracing the ottoman
Honestly I'm mad at y'all, catching up on your catalogue
I needed a couple of buckets of motherf**ing adderol
Sleeping through verses like Atheists in churches
You be thinking sh** is perfect, you'll be fronting from backs of hearses
sh** ain't working, remember these n***as hating my bars
Now I run it like Christopher before the charge hol' up