[Intro]
Yo
I told the n***a yo
I told the homie West yo up nafw my shindig y'naw'mean
And then yo, as far- as far as the work my n***a? C'est sactamonte
[?], comprend? Comprendo? Understand that?
And my n***a don't even speak Creole, but you feel me
Yo

[Verse 1]
Good things come to those who wait
All you seen was Thomas Jefferson face
The scale was on the safe
Forget the place where I was born and raised
The tear away on the glad ziplock bag restore the faith
Griselda leopards, our year shit
[?] get the eff off my pyramid
This is God in the XY
Forget fly bruh, I be floatin' in deep space with TEC-9's
Whoa she black on black she work at magic, so she polish
I'm back to black and don't embarrass yo patrol men
Cabrones, bro what happened your cajones
Yo bitch makeup fucked up my P-Wing, you owe us
You owe us, you owe us, you-you-you owe us

Yo you could cough up the breedling
Or you could talk tough this evening so we could stop up your breathing

[Hook x2]
The work is plenty in the hands of few, few
How many semis can you fit up in a van with you, you, you
The work is plenty in the hands of few, few
How many semis can you fit up in a van with you, you, you

[Verse 2]
Python kundalini
I shouldn't write rhymes on dahini
I'm true to life crime on the EP
AX, Antera spinning on the grey Lex
You don't fuck with god or she fear me, say what?
Jesus, I formulate my theorem with the thesis
Lo and behold, if they can hear it, yo I'm genius
Madman, all hope abandoned
Ye who enter through the velvet rope or dope are payin' man
Your weakness proceeds your hand when
Opposable thumb can only separate *Sample* from drum pattering
I break bread when I was siked, right?
Shattered 'em
Glass jaw babbling, hype from gun battling
Pyrex money, the proctor and the silex dummy
Division where Iron Chef hungry
Come through the chambers then
I be chillin' in 32 with 4 more left to get my banger in
Bang
It's like too many chiefs, and not enough Indians in this piece to build
Peace. (Peace)

[Hook x2]
The work is plenty in the hands of few, few
How many semis can you fit up in a van with you, you, you
The work is plenty in the hands of few, few
How many semis can you fit up in a van with you, you, you

[Outro: Sesame Street - Three of These Kids]
Hey ready to play a little game?
Hmm?
Okay good, here we go
Three of these kids belong together
Three of these are kinda the same
But one of these kids is doing his own thing
Now it's time to play our game
It's time to play our game
Can you tell which kid is doing his own thing?
Hmm?

Well which of these kids is doing his own thing?
Come on now, can you tell me which one?
Can you guess which kid is doing his own thing?
Hmm?
Before my song is done
Ba-da-ba-bum-ba

Hey, how'd ya do?
Did you guess which kid was doing his own thing?
Well if you guessed this one
Then.. You're absolutely right