Illingsworth - Ken Burns lyrics

[Hook: Ka**a x2] What the hook gonna be? I don't need no f**ing hook on this beat Like brrr, ah stick ‘em Ah-ah-ah, stick ‘em [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Pacific oceanical Street, avenue, sidewalk Heh, highway freeway It's my birthday Botanical garden, lamping, limping Half-black George Carlin Black Bill Clinton Shout to Darwin [?] Global village idiot k**ing it Shout to Illingsworth Tell me if you feeling it Awesome [Sample: Oh sh**] This from Murphy Lee Paper certainly [?] Early [?] who cares [Verse 2: Dada Powell] Rocky on the steps Trying to tell the truth I ain't trying to f** around Figure out sound [?] Mama got you a new two-way now And a few small plants For your dorm room down in Middletown Oh, that's cute I'm coming through Out the booth Never shoot from the hip Rather that I just shoot from the lip Yo And I'm closing these discussions When I be coming through and Busting through with no percussion Just giving you a quick introduction When I be coming through Yes [?] girlie gets a suction When I be Bugsin'... Oh, like Muggsy, Bogues (right) I'm Boguesin', I'm Muggsy When I be coming through Yes I'm feeling kinda bubbly Like I was Bugs Bunny Or something [Hook] [Verse 3: Ka**a] Don't believe in culture ‘Cause I don't believe in vultures Don't believe in alters ‘Cause I don't believe imposters [?] steel with the super-clean [?] feel Let me chill like a marinade Drive around the barricade Buy into the fairer trade Look at all the change that terror made I'm at the airport, probably touch my hair today Scared to say I don't know the fairer way I just want a aeroplane Eyes on the sparrow, mane Gold chains Flowing through my marrow, mane Pardon my tarot game Caroline, [carroll lane?], [Carroll Garden?] I beg your pardon You got a fresh set Of Dolly Partons Pardon my polly Crackers repeat the sciences Social studies No textbooks Study the next hook Cross-reference my next look Photo shoots Chef or cook Future got you extra shook I'm texting and driving at the same damn time I might as well drink I paid my fine In the same damn rhyme Don't drink and drive Think of surviving Think that I'm high I'm meditating I'm building, motivating I'm Matt Damon Bourne Identity [Mourning?] my frenemies and enemies n***a, I get it in