West Egg Illuminati - Poncho lyrics

[Verse 1: Gatsby] Lodge told me to k** em so I'mma k** em Got the game nervous now tell me if you feel him Remember these n***as telling me they ain't like my sh** Now they want beats, call Tyrone to make you a hit And while you at it watch your career turn dramatic The top flow like attics turn your stat quo into addicts sh** is getting drastic on average I'm illmatic They fall asleep on your beats they get ecstatic over my static Talk to your girl she needed a good change She walked to my bed gave me some good brain I pull out to give her a pearl necklace but f** it I'm turnt up right now so I give her 2 chains Keep wet it girl, I need a poncho Ynic, head honcho So dope corners missed me like a fish eye Stay high off self, float in like black birds in a Vanilla Sky Who you finn a try f** outta my face while James Diotic clear the space [Verse 2: James Diotic] Yo school got me busy but I'm not gon' stress Feeling kinda dizzy where's A Tribe Called Quest I'm Buggin' Out, it's kinda muggy out Not too much to do I guess I'm chillin' in the house Pa**ed out on the couch, out for the count Counting wool in my skull, now I'm on a track Watch as I lay Single for today, what's love anyway A condom and a baby momma momma getting mad And I'm only saying half Hear me now before I blow up on the graphs, like the neck of a giraffe Ain't that something to see, just being honest with me Cause if I lied to myself I'd be too blind for these beats I'd be too blind for these beats I'd be too blind for these beats [Verse 3: Gatsby] Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, Shut the f** up n***a quit talkin' Before I pull the weapon of choice, Christoper Walken On the wild side I used to be bitter Now I hang with b**hes who brain bad like John Ritter Your crew hate, but I gotta squad of men that'll slaughter them While I'm in my cardigan, Stacy Adams gracing the ottoman Honestly I'm mad at y'all, catching up on your catalogue I needed a couple of buckets of motherf**ing adderol Sleeping through verses like Atheists in churches You be thinking sh** is perfect, you'll be fronting from backs of hearses sh** ain't working, remember these n***as hating my bars Now I run it like Christopher before the charge hol' up