Mick Jenkins
Pasta
[Intro]
Huh
Ayy

[Verse 1]
All I see is imposters, n***as postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei, just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the excess mortar with a switchblade
Ain't no pretty glass houses this way
Y'all got the thrift thing, all this secondhand smoke I pass
Perpetually bitch made
Watch his second hand coast, no dap
N***as can miss me with the swiss cheese, gotta fill in those gaps
Don't wanna see ceilings, told n***as, "No cap"
Don't want any feelings, I told the dentist, "No cap"
No strap, but he just as lethal
Desert Eagle through the sands of time, no feathers feeble
I wеathered storms and did the pantomimе, I rarely speak 'em
Empowered palpable hands, talcum powdered when you greet him
We move discretely, it would seem that n***as barely take steps
You just don't know I'm way more low-key
Meet me on the bass clef, I can't stress
You n***as pray about it, I'm the apex

[Interlude]
I told n***as before
I do a web of lies like Willem Dafoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wan' know
[Verse 2]
These n***as shapeshift, they make scenes
They like to act, this shit don't make sense
Playwrights
These motherfuckers is on stages, I'm on the fifty
I got a Heisman trophy with me, stiff arm in my Dickies
Rubber boots, this shit gets slippery, I'm in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don't want no Betas in my circle, Omega Psi
I got a couple dogs that's purple
You never know who with me
Shit get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise, I'm in my bitch' ride
She whip that shit like it's a Big Wheel, I'm good with this ride

[Outro]
I told n***as before
I do a web of lies
Like, ayy-ayy