Step off the plane like namaste n***a
Y'all don't really see ya boy black fathers day n***a
I don't really see the ploy, f** y'all been sayin n***a
Now they tryna come and call me a novice? lol
Emcee extraordinaire, sure i guess you're sorta rare
Ivy league mind, sh** i just couldn't afford it there
Stymied dreams, fine
sh** I'll be there soon
sh** I'll be there soon
Pop ya pupils pop ya two pills hop the trolley back to blue ridge scoff the new bloods rock the rulers—rick and lurid shtick looming
Highfalutin, hock eluding
Wasting days that I spent by myself
You couldn't help, only matter with the matter was me
Turned the resurrection and it knocked the l's off the shelf
Shared the essence...blessed is my tepid debris
Sarob. - Dust. lyrics
Album noon.