[Verse 1: Verbal Kent]
Ayo I first, irises and eyes hurt from my words
Resonate on sides of the mind like sideburns
Too complex, who want next?
Wave bye through your back with my arm through your pecs
A barbarian who bar, a misfit in the bar
Bury him rhyme bar of a pallbearer with the ball
All time great
I rate or I rake your mind
On a high plane pilot meditating in the sky
Know the word play's top notch
Not stopping till the name's known
In cities in more hoods than in chop shops
Huh, stop, watch, listen, learn, study, memorize
Fuck a metronome somebody grab a stopwatch
Call shots, boss like a Soprano
Boss on the mic you the boss of a Sbarro
It's Michael and Scottie and Horace
Holding automatic rifles to body the chorus
Go

[Hook]
"Never be able to understand what we got son" - M.O.P. 'On The Front Line'

[Verse 2: Red Pill]
So tell Barack to drop a bomb on this bitch
Been underground for so long I found Osama and Saddam in this bitch
I mean I'm ominous, god damn, plots to watching the kid
Anonymous just hit my DM on some reconnaissance shit
Synonymous with drunken novelists and proud of that shit
Some gin and tonics give me opulence I'm out of this bitch
Like fuck rap, you can have it back I'm out in the sticks
Not selling out just realistic, I'm not counting on shit
I'm not Mackelmore
Not going back and forth to who's backpacking more
I'm packing tours and diligently cracking doors
Uh
And I'm not mad at yours
So why you mad at mine?
I can feel the hate you don't gotta speak like a pantomime
So this ain't real rap
It's anti real rap
I make that feel rap when you see me kneel rap
I write my rhymes where my blood congealed at
I do it for the people — that New Deal rap
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