eLZhi
Field of Dreams (feat. Aesop Rock and eLZhi)
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
The pretty women crept in slow, soon as I stepped in bro
Dressed exceptional, rocking cashmere like a Zeppelin so
A blessing, I earn every decimal, peep the progressional
'Cause what it took for me to get this far, these herbs'll never know
Told 'em it's okay to rep, just don't mess up my ebb and flow
Work best when left alone, shit, even Devin know
Way beforе my records went gold, I watched thе legend grow
Smoking Reginalds, selling white kids oregano
I came to this country to lose
Orange peanut butter crackers and apple juice
Raggedy boots, triple fat goose
Just goin' to McDonalds was a big deal
The highlight of my month was when my moms would take me there to get a kids meal
Believe me when I tell you that it been real
Your Droog was too broke to cop a slice of pizza, had to get a pinwheel
Now it's 32 ounce steaks, see more sliders than an infield
Farmhouses with the windmill
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
From E.T., Buster Brown’s, Tang and TV dinners
To East River Jesus lizard feet in beaver slippers
The king slayer secretly stowed away in a ox cart
Hop out, clobber security into clock parts
Learn to pop shit over Shea Stadium hotdogs
Barricade the gate and pray you wake up in a Bob Ross
Flock a scofflaws, hallowed be the aura for Da Vinci flicking ashes off a balcony in autumn
Nothing flashy but his falconry was awesome
It turned their Jimmy Dean to rabbit sausage, apple orange
I sorta find a rabbit hole of data storage
A distraction to my everyday as Adam in the garden
Name takers in his radius chasing a ghost
Last known location like a dozen locations ago
Not above using his powers for sport
Homie don’t make me get down from my horse
[Verse 3: eLZhi]
Yo
The story of my life is a page-turner
Still in good spirits for all you incense and sage burners
Go ‘head and study me, that sensei
Pocket chap in the money tree who can talk that sweet stuff about a honeybee
Don’t buy until they funny, bait and switch ‘cause I’m the upgrade
They get a thing or two like I’m Money Making Mitch
My brain is a kill machine
Think the guillotine you kneel between
You ain’t worth a hill of beans in the Philippines
Call the Navy Seal, Marines, and National Guard
Show you a magic trick
Once you hit the deck I pull your actual card, why lie?
You thought it was a spoof, I spit the truth
Why lie when you blew the roof?
Off the booth, he got high
You heard right, my pen goes
Crazier than standing ten toes
In a rival hood where y’all been foes
Who’s disrespected by the tats your skin shows
That make him send old
Slugs outta car windows
While running from the Carl Winslows