YK - Peter Pan Africanist lyrics

[Intro] Malcolm Little when I scribble Red in your head X in effect Malik on the beat Shabazz with the jazz LTthe [Verse 1] I'm the Peter Pan Africanist Never in a land where they can diss I'm the Peter Pan Africanist Even reaching the fan that don't know what African is It's a shackling biz So why you think I'm cackling with A hand full of Cuba Libre Need a vice, a poetic device and the vice captain My advising DJ Ain't into that group bullsh** That he say, she say always on replay Like I'm vibing with the first slaves Touched down in Jamestown, East VA I'm on the block They looking at my sk**s Inside I'm thinking I'm coming for ya Outkast with a new caste Out on that midnight train to Georgia [Interlude 1] We gotta get going man Don't know when this sh**'s gonna end [Verse 2] I'll make my moves before you caught on And you cordon me off And call the Don the boss who Gets the core of the mob to Cut my lyrical core and co*k Till my word and balls are gone So I ain't got nothing in this world Hold on I got the ma**es Fiending for a pa**age Give them the pump pump Like I'm ga**ing with an asthmatic Tactic if I didn't have it As in if the rhyme stopped dripping And I couldn't tap in To my soul and mind power lacking I'd go be an ad-man Throw my hat in To the ring of slogans Thank f** I'm smoking In a sea of beats I wiggle and dip my toes in And the advertising For act sanitizing Like Yeezus I be a product guy And I do it for the love Sam Smith simultaneous The money on my mind And my surgeon seen dollar signs But the real prize Concise rhymes in your prime like Preemo and 5'9" It ain't about a carpet To slide right into the market I'm a Persian rug Rolling as a true artist Mad Men mixed with the Mad Monk It's the Peter Pan, Africanist [Verse 3] Animalistic infidel With a cannibal twisting me in a L The mechanical one may shift well But they ain't feel the vibe this well I'll be living this hip-hop until hell Freezes over like CD sales And that's word to Shady my D-12 Go blackout crazy off 3 L's Of Sangria in Shangri-La And hanging hard like a Mean Girl In love with that Glen Coco That candy cane but we don't sell No either high or sober I just like my mind open Like Dylan giving them 4 boys from Liverpool a toke of Mary