[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
He said I'm sacrilegious
Stack the digits, just facts and figures
Throw back some liquor, attack the liver
But gats are quicker
On his deathbed, the old man spat and he quivered
My raps are littered with the messages that I wish he delivered
Various versions of "Don't stop, get it get it"
Whoo, [?] made my drink a molotov
Call it crunk or call it off
Swing it like a tomahawk
Sucking on a car exhaust
Come on mijo, vamanos
Turf dancing, all the bosses 'round the world are falling off
We could shoot a satellite, we learn how to battle right
The old man thought, with his gaze of steel
The places we are bound to ride out there where the stars collide
My eyes are heavy, now grab the wheel

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Yeah, Kool A.D., Boots Riley, Amaze 88
Trackademicks on the side of me, and Lauren too, where you at?
Sorry if I'm boring you
I wish this group of people would mean more to you
They mean a fair amount to me
It's a family affair, you can sorta see
It's sorta true
Shout to Sly Stone and Lonnie Huey
Tijuana Brass and whoever Amaze 88 chose to sample
Shout to Tom Santo, Anita Katel, Acapulco
Shout to Elaine and Annette Gay
Yes please, test me, Young S.A.T
Bethlehem Steel, the kid real enough
Fuck it, what you want from me?
I do me, Kool A.D. [Woolly Bully?]
Louie Louie, I gotta go
Shout to Yazzie and the whole damn Navajo nation
Jill Gibbons used to stay playing chess and drive around with the pot and on acid
I flash back and forwards, I don't need no more words, I do me groovy
Heh, you feel me? Sit back, cold beverage, writing Leverage