Take the Reins (Outro)

[Intro] Norman Greenbaum walks up to me on the street, as he does everyday, because that's just the routine, and he asks me if I've ever heard of Norm Macdonald, and I said of course I have [Verse 1] Glass up for the ones who understand it We ain't trying to be exclusive, but we acting like some bandits 'Bout to throw the bandana on, cause Black Pais' is standing strong Been a minute since I wore it, but we're back to analog The revolt is digital, and I ain't missing it Standing for the truth, and trying to dodge the fucking miscreants Draft picks if I'm going [???] But I'm looking for the ladies who can wield a fucking ill pipe Tonya Harding step aside with all your goon shit Talking to the baby girls who know just what our tune is We grind slow till we see some fucking magic You can call yourself a ten, so whose the six-er when we're smashing? I am. Franchise tag. You can call me "Mike Vick" Lou gave the go so you know I'm on my pro shit Poet laureate. See how fucking raw it gets Lucille Clif[ton], Chris Wallace and we're born again [Hook] Riding hard. Getting dirty while we're changing lanes No cigars yet. We ain't got to celebrate Cause we ain't done shit. Not yet, but today We're going all in, balls out. Take the reins [Verse 2] I'm a Wallace from the nuts to the red beard [???] to Glasgow. Long trip to get here Abington to Ambler. Fishtown to Hampden Bottom of the bell curves. My motherfucking tangent Preston Road. We're some Wissahickon Trojans Drinking during playoffs just to piss off all our coaches I'm just joking. Shouts to Kyle Wilson 215 and 610. We're in the fucking building So we're on it and I'm going in. Tip of the cap to all my friends Toast to drink. We'll meet again. Live the life we want to live Play to win, and get the win. Champions we live the love I love to live. Grab my nuts. Spit the verse. Yeah, you can trust Sipping the jazzers, skipping the plastic, doing my best to not be a bastard Dip it in acid, give me a pastor. I'll do religion when pigeons are fasted I do revisions when vision is past. Show me an edit, I'll show you a casket Don't mince words. Crush verbs; live passion [Hook]