5th Concerto

[Dilla] Check, check, so check your premise Word word, so check your premises Mind goin ’84 when I reminisce But I’m ahead of my time Yo, so check your premise Uh word, so check your premises Mind goin ’84 when I reminisce But I’m ahead of my time I build a temple outta Brick, mortar, and steel Mind work like a mill Mill know how to build And now it’s churning out matter like a magical wand Just a matter of time before I learned what I’m on With half my mental. But see Half my mental Take to me a mansion from a rental And it take me to Rarri out a rental whip My whole dome Make a planet in like 6 days Call the president and beat an army with a switchblade See, when I arrived man the end was near City woulda been a desert if I never hopped the flight and appeared Fear god, but my mirror broken and so I’m fearless Went and paid the price now I’m peerless And, I did the pain now I’m tearless My real flex is My cortex, spinal cord, and medulla Till the field native bones, burnt hash, glass bottles Quarter waters and fresh split manure Devil ya I knew her Now these soul suckin Diablos is takin my flows I’m going psycho need a prognose They ain’t deserve it like a hooker marry Hefner when his time close Man my mind blown I’m tryna figure how to stop it Leave the fuckin lyrics in my tomb I give a fuck about a profit Tryna figure how stop it Leave the fuckin lyrics in my tomb I give a, fuck, fuck But now my balance is off Ya my balance is off I take a hit I hope it balances off If I ever took a bullet hope it bounces off Hits the clones in they chest where they fired it off Where you goin? Who you came with? Dilla spit it first so how you gonna spit the same shit? Actin’ like you Hendrix cause you went and jacked the same riffs You ain’t got the same wits My mind racin, my heart pumpin. I start something like… [Hook] When I, smoke a lil ganja just to get by Swerve right, waterfallin from my left eye And I, keep the illest circle in the NY Already got a Dilla whyn’t you go n cop a Elzhi? Fuck you, that’s the shit I’m tired of Wired up Room be moving like the spinners on my tires does That’s just the pressure of the Midas touch Which means it’s mind versus matter And that’s why my verses matter to these leeches Should I storm em down like Normandy beaches? Homie pause, man they too young And how you blame em man your flow is just like too dumb I gotta chill man, I’m too strung, I’m too strung But am I coward cause I’m saying what they won’t admit to? Less of a man cause I tremble when I hold a pistol? That mean I’m thinking, it’s never up for discussion These repercussions My temper in check I’m never eruptin But yo, now my balance is off, ya my balance is off I take a hit I hope it balances off Man I’m done with this Earth shit Finna blast off, Captain Kirk shit Worth it? Made a renaissance now I curse it What you think you better for? How gonna rap when Ima take away the reference from your metaphor I’m going away, going away You ain’t stopping this Tumble like the metropolis Tumble like the metropolis [Hook] I spit that Taggart train track that murdered the John Galt Kick Atlas in the shin send the world to a halt Then pause Go and check the splendor That’s the shit that happens when you take away the God And the prophets and all of the 5%ers All these fuckin pretenders Peep my agenda is two fold Leave the world cold, find El Dorado that’s new roads Jetsreams and undergrounds Go and Build a temple til the thunderclouds Wonder now if They in rebellion and they crying through they speakers yet I heard some disses but I never heard a ether yet Either they hungry or they mobbing with they ski masks I drive em to the alley take the fire from they street lamps Now the coal stay a diamond in the rough Ain’t nobody bring the shine up out the rust And there ain’t there ain’t no shoulder to lean If I’m pressured by the pressure of my own thoughts Only thing I’m fearin is the bullets from my own shots [Hook]