'84

“1984 is, I believe a quite terrifying masterpiece” “Something like 1984 could, actually happen This is the direction the world is going at the present time Always there will be the intoxication of power It depends on you” [Dilla] I only kick it if it’s Mandalorian Push the fuckin pedal to the floor of that Dolorean Never going broke again 2 live shit got me feelin like ‘84 again Stormin’ like a trooper when I’m goin in I was in that old school, 64 Nintendo Impala With the trunk like a rumble pack So as I ride through the city til it break dawn Pumpin on the brakes kill the drums and cut the bass Then mofucka bring the rumble back Playin’ can I kick it before I could even kick it Kickin in the womb when Hova was cutting that coke with Bisquick Now I pay my rent check Eating good waffles, maple syrup Eggs, bacon, fried chicken and a biscuit I remember when we was novices Got a couple hundred you ain’t pay your bills notices Was cold as shit Now why you think I gotta do shit? Make a fuckin killing for my wallet, Wilkes Booth shit I’m ruthless And still they tell me I got no pain? Why? Cause I’m more Coltrane than Cobain? The dome was any brighter than I’d blow brains Fire up the cannons, build a mountain outta cocaine Dilla boi you lookin kinda like street fighter with the Yoga flame Cause I spit fire with my Yoda brain So insane Dark Saber Jedis Only pray to gods that like 10 arms, 10 eyes “But he left one final warning” “In our world, there will be no emotions Expect fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement” “Is that what you’ve demonstrated in 1984 By drawing and accurate portrait of the future?” Fast lane Old flow Midas touch Been gold Puff pass Puff pass Murder tint Whip slow Brooklyn Timbos New York NY Cause I Rep that Til I Fuckin die Pushaman do it til the break of dawn Dilla how you goin 80 when the brakes is on? Dilla why you sippin Henney when the race is on? Tiremarks where I been today Jet stream where I been tomorrow Rolex and Audemar Rio for the Carnaval Used to ride bikes Three years later gotta flip it for a armored car And that’s life Fast lane Old flow Midas touch Been gold Puff pass Puff pass Murder tint Whip slow Brooklyn Timbos New York NY Cause I Rep that Til I Fuckin die I Sip that 40 OZ OEther You don’t like us? We don’t fuck with you neither Bring that message to your leaders Battle crying through my speakers Going boom boom that pow pow Rappin for while boi but who you, now now? Ain’t shit shoulda got the diploma If you moved caine then you wouldn’t meet the quota Used to play ball with the boys in the cul-de-sac Now you ball when you using a controlla I feel bad for you and that’s all Warfare life the name that they call One wrong move today and you gone One wrong move today and you, ha ha ha That’s part of the practice More fame gotta switch the name back to Cassius Cash is, just a state of mind that I rap in Brain’s just weapon for my gang when I tap em Black panthers. Huey and Cam Newton bring the fuckin truth like he was slaying a lamb Wanna take over the game? Shoulda checked with us before you made the plan