[00:02.10][Produced by Childish Gambino]
[00:03.81][Intro: RZA]
[00:05.83]Digital. Childish Gambino
[00:09.69]Mixtape demonstrations
[00:15.48][Verse 1: RZA]
[00:16.64]This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction
[00:23.04]Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
[00:25.60]Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in
[00:28.36]Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision
[00:30.95]Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision
[00:33.57]Sparks infliction, (Poof) I'm a mad magician
[00:36.11]Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter
[00:38.92]Every atom in your body, now you're anti-matter
[00:41.12]Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor
[00:43.67]Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster
[00:46.37]You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder
[00:48.92]Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
[00:51.58]On your face, now you carry by the pall-bearer
[00:53.82]Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up
[00:56.69]Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up
[00:59.42]We in the rib with a smirk *****, all geared up
[01:01.89]Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks
[01:04.70]We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno
[01:07.50]We saw more baselines than Juno
[01:09.36]Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo
[01:11.71]Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo
[01:14.54]Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
[01:17.08]Hold the weight like nine sumos
[01:19.07]Bust shots like John Lugo
[01:21.16]You know how the Wu go
[01:22.46][Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
[01:22.66]Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift
[01:25.36]High brow, eyebrows on a space*****p
[01:27.47]Take sips of that Ace of Spades-es
[01:30.46]Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet
[01:32.65]Can't see them haters, we dont give a ***** though
[01:35.59]Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
[01:37.73]Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
[01:40.36]Travel 'round the globe, spend and make 'bout a 100 G's
[01:43.21]Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser
[01:45.31]Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers
[01:47.83]Thank God they found us, the game was starvin'
[01:50.38]I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin
[01:52.87]Bobby Digital, Do you really think these *****s know *****t?
[01:55.87]Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick
[01:58.38]Pride is a *****. I am not a grown up
[02:00.63]Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followers
[02:03.62]She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
[02:06.07]Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka
[02:08.29]Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka
[02:10.89]She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her
[02:13.55]Home is that Outkast, soul like I'm Phonte
[02:16.39]Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé
[02:18.83]Back on on my dumb *****t, ***** we the stupidest
[02:21.54]Gave them *****s real *****t, don't know what to do with it
[02:24.04]I did what I did man, did you really see it though?
[02:26.59]'Bino hard and fast, *****s sweet and low
[02:29.24]American Royalty, family loyalty
[02:31.34]We cream of the crop why the ***** would we stop?
[02:34.09]She had two sons: both of 'em good grades
[02:36.96]Both of 'em rap songs
[02:38.20]Where did she go wrong?
[02:39.47]Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at
[02:42.07]Black Kennedy, where the ***** you *****s at?
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