Momunay - Incognito parallel (Prod. Space Gang) lyrics

"I'm sittin infront of the white house, looking over across the street, but i don't see the black house, thats where it outta be because you can't have a white house if you don't have a black house, in fact you can't have anything unless you have a comparison, you can't have a good government unless you got an evil government, you can't have righteousness unless you got the wicked with it, you can't have anything without its parallel and its opposite." Verse 1 (Gri$walt): Im so god damn elegant Flying through the forest, searching for the fellowship This some mellow sh** Shootin' on you menaces, everybody wanna wear my shoes, they got some fetishes Guess my bars ain't' for the hell of it Rose in a concrete, praised since birth, Marys my mother Soldiers for brothers we changed the earth Greatest show off turf, from the Netherlands High as hell ill never never land, moon walkin' with mike bumping some dirty diane I'm a fan, I'm a fan, yes i am, sam i am, I'm a fan yes yes i am Turn up these jams tunes tuned to a nice pitch Pitching s** to ya bytch she love me I'm the nicest And I'm a fan of myself to i can't lie Women lie, men lie Got me hangin' down, lookin' for some upside Whats the rush? why? settle for a slice when i can take the whole pie? Life... Based off the genesis Never make a settlement Always on the move, I'll never let them get ahead of it Embezzle all these sedatives, cuz as of late all these pussies lookin' real repetitive So tell ya relatives we relative, go tell a friend to tell a friend to tell em all we relevant Hows it feel to taste my excrement? Flow so devilish, the devil thinks its excellent Verse 2 (kacpa): To live in a centipede covered in cellophane, under infu ketamine This infinitely macadamy, slab is latteraly placed, slalom slope Carvin' tool: the tongue Pool gushy corpse, toast Bring the, the bu*ter churned by the people, they equal, they evil, we lovable people Cut ya neck if you think god made you more divine then me These bloody army boots on the ground to the left of me On a plane writing down, under influence of lean, everything we seem to see Boeing interior, handing out the alco imperial, audience nonstop applausin' Im nonstop pausin, all these paws pawin' Pawns what i see there, stare through the cracks, flaps, and vines intertwined Lys goddess queen, ahh the ideology, yada yada yada Bleed wine for the dining, dope dick causin' wining The hokus focus switch to hostess, lead me down a leafy path, leave the past behind Oh how glorious, the parallels adding shelves, books hooked on the readers These word feeder leaders, speaking and shutting down the white house for the day, for the day, for the day Hide under ya desks, this evil government has met its f**in match