Black Thought - Mad Nice lyrics

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Black Thought - Mad Nice lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah Now ever since I can remember I been living blue collar Searching for something, trying to make a few dollars I was never too polished, and never on the fly list Them shorties used to tell me I needed a new stylist My birthdays came Instead of selling me a promise My mom, was dead honest Like "Yo, we ain't got it" Better be a Rhodes scholar Trying to make, son outta, the school of the hood That be the ghetto alma mater Its a long drawn out saga, like The Godfather Coming up this hard, it made a n***a rock solid Now I be the top shotter, heart of a Rottweiler The boss that learned to move cautious as Asaad I don't take sh** for granted, I'm strong single-handed And I ain't quick to panic, but I can't lift the planet My one and only concern is that ya'll understand it If it's understood, then good, I'm taking this advantage I've been waiting for them cameras, the stage is mine I'm coming up, but I still got a ways to climb It ain't a reason I should fall off or change my grind I'll be alright, as long as I heed the danger signs Come on! I just wanna fly, can't get away This type of sh** happens everyday (This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh) [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Straight and narrow, as the flight of a sparrow Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a pharoah with a bad toe See'd up in a beat up Camaro How you supposed to shoot for the moon with one arrow? And no bow. Don't blow your hibachi Look like a Ferrari 'cept its only a mirage Troopered out, but choose to go the stupid route Catheter on and a half of a moon in a putrid mouth Keep the name out Heck, check the repertoire Right there where it say "who catch wreck and kept it raw" Accepted in the name of Allah, a leopard's paw Swept it, and stepped it like (?) I ask questions later Villain, the invader in a mask for the paper Spent the cake on a light rice bowl Wouldn't waste a wait on a date off the lice pole Dice roll, it's like he know magic, hat trick Writing flows that make little Mikey go spastic It's so drastic, pa** the cash quick Don't get your monkey-a** kicked for no plastic Take it all back in a tall pack, don't stack, bozack Hit him if you need some more crack, go pro-black That's the price for a tad of bad advice At least he got fat 20's and he mad nice