Mr. Porter - Layers lyrics

[Intro] Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking, because you don't think creatively anymore. The real joy of being a human being is to be able to use your mind in the manner that the Almighty God has designed the human mind to do [Verse 1: Pusha T] Tug of war and my mind's like a clash of the titans Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my writin' God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin' I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys Drop j**els so these falcons like the Maltese Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin' Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman Woo, all black like the omen Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment Moment of clarity, moment of silence Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em With a ski mask, automatic or revolver [Interlude 1] A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another and whose sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master. Your power and authority is ruled over by another and your sphere of freedom of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Them n***as wanna see me runnin', they know I won't They say misery loves company, no, I don't Ain't got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot I'm in bed with three naked ladies holding hands I'm in bed with three major labels And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands Underground locomotive man Putting on a global show that no promoter can I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons In my world mistakes turns to blessings The hate turned to destiny I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me I got your baby momma down on all fours When drama comin', I'm all for it If it ain't about the money please let this be your last question You players can jump if you want, but you half-stepping like Paul George I make the yay invisible in like a day or two That's how the players do, my n***a, there's layers to it [Interlude 2] First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth, most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education. So you have all been taken and you don't even realize that you have been dumbed to the point where you are like sheep [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens Started hands on, a n***a still pulling strings Hotel suites, straight selling n***a's dreams Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes Season ticket holder, n***a sitting with the team Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew Smooth operation, but the money came in knots Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more Counting this fast money and f**ing my b**hes slow Rozay