[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Looks like we got a good crowd tonight
And you know this isn't the best neighborhood
Give a hand to the whites
Sound man put me up to the mic
Now first thing’s first
I hope y'all came with some flights
Blunts, woods, papers, kites
Cause right about now you
Probably want to find a light
Get you a drink
Sound man put me up in the mic
Making me tell you twice, for real
Make me forget my shit
So yeah, spark a spliff
Put down them wings
Cause this brother coming on
And darn to do the damn thing
Rap be black like Snipes Wesley
But even the biggest crackers
Love him like Presley
That old vaudeville shit, I'm talking ‘bout
Busking every subway in New York
Every greyhound station down south
I’m talking thirty-three, robbing these
Hay seeds, and whistling at they hoes
In the street, so please dig deep
Let's throw something in his feathered hat
But n***as if throw a bottle, it's coming right back
‘Less you rolling bigger in which case
We leave right out the back
Probably bump into the promoter
Knowing how they do
More snake the cobras
Swing signs like Babe Ruth late eighties
But we're jolly good fellas
Fuck you, pay me, anyway
Enough of my old rigmarole
Let me get out here while the night's
Young and the drinks are cold
Ladies and gentlemen, the capital P
And if you like what you see
We'll be in D.C. next week, Elk's Lounge
[Verse 2: Priviledge]
They used to call me little Mingus
When I plucked the bass strings
Now it's mister pork pie hat in a date dream
Living out the fables of Fabius understate things
Baby doll went from the bees knees to a ragamuffin
Bad closed door that bear [?]
Razz him up something terrible that’s the has what
Last one, fast up, I am spinning on the forty-five blasting
Back gutter speak easily, speaking frequently, pass on the twenty ounce
Tall boy cans, favorite rapper Jerry Thomas style Manhattan
On the rocks in the summer time, up in the winter
Club level Roxy, let’s go Six-er's, whole block levitates
Plot’s all fixtures, mitigating factors aside
Priviledge is off the Richters it's the Illadephiatic
Kick and I ain't get a witness, watch him stay
Hustling through that money jungle, it changes one
Changes two or inevitable, just ask number seven
Throwing interceptions for the squad out in Leatherwood
Try putting these dogs down when plays don't work
Leave ‘em hog tied in a hole, down face first
Room’s collapsing, I only light the flickers
To illuminate a stat sheet, eddy short next Saturday
With a new scheme reports lay sport channel
Forward news team, back to you Ron Burgundy
Certainly, thanks for the update champ kind
We all agree another wasted urban life
Anyway, next segment, man on the streets
Black youth calling himself the capital P
Took the headphones off, what's good that's me
Blasting through their earbuds, Mingus, pre- [?]
My only reply to the questions asked
[?] for real, the streets