[Intro: Billy Woods]
Paging Dr. Monokrome. This is that—
This is that mid-Atlantic shit, that east coast shit, ya dig

[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Dumb high, rock scissor paper
Nice try but still copped all three flavors
Mid-July, stuck together like life savers
Base hits got him to the majors, 808 kicks
Lime green and clear papers looking like glow sticks
Spun by suburban ravers, barbershop acapella
With the strap and straight razor, shoot straight 31
Indiana Pacers, cuts these shoe face, but this is New York
Of course the price outrageous, a credit to his race
Woods he green glazer, better yet outer space driven phasers
It ain’t sci-fi when they can fix your eye with lasers
If they don’t get the whole pie, liable to turn haters
That’s ok, we still standing, they can fly fly away
Nice landing cul de sac laid up puffing a jay
Saint Elmo’s fire, high treason on my mind as I’m getting higher
Your last one was flight, but this is flier, fire, kaya, tire
Tough enough to put green in the eye of a supplier
You can’t be a buyer, no need for a scale
The girl price is like a cellphone in jail, jingling baby
So hot the horizon wavy, brothers ring-a-ling
Don’t be mingling with the fugazi
I live in the past you can just page me
Sub-prime looking all skin and bones
You on the pipe fam? Nah, student loans
You should have stayed stupid, homes
Why walk around half dead when we’ll bury you for free
Towards the ave, ride with the dread for old times sake
Knocking WPGC
[Verse 2: Priviledge]
Everyday is like a mystery to me it seems
Soon as I figure out what’s going down
It switches up, I be betting on what is relevant to me
To meritously merit in married then make us mean to met
Too many times, mangy cut made my nose run too many lines
Mix master mashed my verse up, too many rhymes
Out floating there in cyberspace, too many sites
Too many free downloads, had me up stroking
Too many nights, I’m on the block
You get away, they tryna get you Bach
Like Johann Sebastian and crass with it
I’ll be never if ever possible rock with you cuz
Brought a loop cause me a jay alley toast the fightings
We are champions ‘round that diamond
Around ‘bout that time I figured out my time ain’t figured out
Reel in now, shifting clones, cats ‘round here called Mr. Jones
Count the clones while skipping stones [?] drifting home
This while he’s counting blue cars up on the [?]
The avenue stays jammed on pearl’s show
The world show, too many questions left unanswered
Dare to just blow

[Outro: Priviledge]
Ey yo Cannon, I’m telling you now n***a, you is drawling
Trying to smoke that shit all crazy in the street, man
You even come to [?] with me, you know what I’m saying
We have a drink over there, we swing by the free bar ‘cross from [?]
N***a we go all crazy down there, but ya nah I’m saying
You can’t be doing all this shit out [?]