Morphine

[Dilla] As I sit back relax on my throne sippin yak Thinkin bout the ill shit I drop in my raps With my city in the backdrop And the ghost of Biggie be the mascot I scrip and keep my moleskine with a padlock From the borough of KRS to the ghetto of Hov Dilla known just like a rebel with a veteran dome New York rappers tellin me that I’d be better at home So I laugh, grab they CD, throw some nickels by the side of the road I keep my jacket Vito All of my drugs illegal Only syrup I’m sippin on waffles and chicken frito My justice? Fuck Alito and Clarence My Terrence Howard is way empowered Any sucka coward getting smacked on Now we watch em, kickin it for survival Holding on to they bible and saving up for the tidal. And us? Old school, we kickin it over vinyl We kick it like Ronaldinho and Messi and Cristiano We don’t honor every man with a gun Prolly why they disrespect us like the man that’ll run But fly lines that I write keep me super Save the fuckin bullets for the Bowser and his Koopas Wanna be the Ace or the Jack or even the Martin Luther? Gotta prove to me you understand the warfare. Fuck if you was born here You gotta understand the warfare Never get a chance to learn standing in my crosshairs We comin with that ‘84 spirit Ludacris bridges 3 stripe kicks and a 49 fitted What you think I rap for? To push a fuckin Lambo? Naw chop these mofuckas up just like a sample You want it with us then bring the Warfare You want it with us then bring the Warfare You want it with us then bring the Warfare Beat ya they looped it They be dumbin down so I guess I gotta Lup it Overtime running but I never let my shoe fit Quick dash swerve it’s like I’m Clueless Cheatin like I’m Shoeless My white socks is Fading to black as I walk on the jagged path And the back of my heel is cut Prolly shoulda rode a beamer Take a couple years, make a legend out a dreamer Runnin train on the track, why you think that they carry ninas? It’s the young fly lyrical, spit cynical, think critical mind aimed Toward the bases at your border Throw the peace up The pain brief like a re-up Venom in my hat and sippin liquor from a teacup Blowing all my cash cause it’s gon double by the week up You homies wanna catch me better speed up, heat up I got that heat I don’t care what Lebron say At the dinner buying bottles get the bill up like Chauncey [Hook] Still got the blueprint for my business Still got a crush on Megan Good and Eva Mendes Still rock with Eminem and 50 Still rock the cardinal cap fitted when I’m walking through the city Still spit my lyrics over beatbox Still wait another 20 years just for Dre to drop that Detox Still push the pedal til it’s empty That’s why these rappers jealous and they women wanna get me Ayo bust it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy Used to want the Mercy murdered out with the top gone Now I want the fly whip with the propellers just like a shy guy So keep your choppas in the closet, my choppas in the garage It’s gamble like I’m Ocean and knockin down the Mirage Like I’m Trump and yelling out on the tower top of the Taj Y’all up in my zone, get another job [Hook]