Madlib - Standing Ground (Outro) lyrics

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop Pat Battle in the house with the flow locked Yes yes y'all, and we don't pause I hear these new cats rappin', they so soft Yes yes y'all, and I won't quit Rebel rhythms on the heart and it's so sick Yes yes y'all Yes yes y'all Yes yes y'all... I'm callin' for the fall down all them autumn avenues You can't escape my lauded brew, it will capture you Drag you through the gravel, 'til you're down to just enamel Then ignite you with a Camel, with verbal infinite ammo My cammo is a color you brothers have never heard of I'm guessin' it's trans-descent, commands to the damn freshman Clear the arena when this lean f**ing senior Brings a mean team of dreamers on the scene Lungs greener that iguanas, much a metronome like a piranha Bomb monotonous metaphors into smithereens beyond the - Scope that you could never hope to ever have to cope with I leaked into your ozone from Oz through osmosis No matter what your coast is, there ain't no need for postage I up it and you download, that's how f**in' sound rolls Socially people share it, compare it to mainstream That's some perilous merit, but money don't mean a damn thing I ain't hustlin' sh** - I'm more a philanthropist Feel free to put up your fist if you know what this anthem is If my sk**s are worth a bill, then I'd rather give it away You're welcome, and other than that, what more can I say? Cause f** it - For some life is real as Emmett Till Your lynchin' was encrypted into amendments and bills Yet still, these liberals tell me life is all a thrill But that don't amount to nil if I get k**ed for some Skittles And Ice-T, SVU, Trayvon bled for you If I go out being Black, I'll take one in the chest or two That last line was written for you future special victims These crooked cops is lookin' but you gotta move and stick 'em In the jaw when they try to haul you off to plantations I mean penitentiaries - Apologies, I'm mixin' centuries Slavery is over - your shoulder But you only been exposed to that road taken by Hova, but hold up Sho' nuff - Every piece of dough can't be a doughnut The vast majority of this minority is sorta free But forty-three percent are in a shape that's really bent And you ignore that note of sense at your very own expense Cause nothing lasts forever, could be a random November When the trotted on run their masters down and out of town Listen clown, don't get it twisted - I'll get into specifics Melanin's on a comeback - We closing out with one act And I bet a fat stack some time travelers will run back Make contact and say, "Keep spinning what you done spun, Pat" So bump that - Incredible rhetoric leveled off with a hot beat Not even the Devil would mettle with me Allow the dust to settle, see?