The Foreigner

[Verse 1] Time waits for no man He ain't believe till his ace boon took the stand Shook the D.A. hand, that's that honor amongst thieves My enemy's enemies are always well received Served hors d'oeuvres, tricks up sleeves, the hoochie grins But it ain't no compromise I'm Ho Chi Minh, ruthless MC Ren Small caliber close range, General Nguyen Feburary first '68, the best laid plans of mice and men Flip the coin, call it fate Froze like a pipe head on a crack stem when bodeans hit the gate Night riders in reconstruction, gentrification, crackers got suction Righteous among the nations Hebrews bailed him out, co d's hit the state pen Staying with my ex-girl but we just friends Got a nigga on a strict regiment Blowing sour L's in pissy stairwells She caught me coming home from work like "oh hell No, you gots to go" Fair enough, but if so, we might as well fuck Sleepless in Seattle, don't make sense Like two niggas cracking jokes, with no beat and wanna call it a battle Takes all kinds I suppose Think big, young Cecil Rhodes You dig the flows? come to the shows with your best dro Unleaded diesel petrol Facing a parliament of rooks I got a murder of crows Slayed the broad that night, murder she wrote [Verse 2] In the swamp neck deep Vigorish high, Jimmy the Greek Eagles by three makes it a tie Woe unto he who believe a word these growers speak Crammed into OTB with the rest of the creeps Fear reeks by noon the polocks is three sheets Land sharks three deep for percentages Compounded by the weak Eyes blank like plainclothes police Tell em to pick they own cotton This is professional football we don't run the option Barry Sanders, who gives a fuck if niggas blocking? Top of the key white as John Stockton We need this one to beat the spread They keep guns to heat the lead Beat the odds or eat your meds The force of the blast tore him to shreds Cee-lo, when them atoms crack bet on black Rain, radioactive, hurricane The abyss beckons, I'm bettin The farm subsidy Comfortably, talking big like they ain't touching me Sobered up trying to skip town Double dutch, master's full of brown, bamboozled Stop by her job like it's business as usual But, um, can I hold something till payday? Can't do nothing for you man like Flava Flav I got problems of my own Outro Sample (from billy woods - Minimalism): Known as the foreigner Illegal alien rap