You Have to Ride the Wave

[Intro: Arundhati Roy] "..and we grew up outside the realm of all protections that society chose to offer it's members And so at a very young age one was aware of the fact that you were not going to be given those protections And you...you had to constantly try to understand what was going on and how to survive in this space Uh...and how not to...to go under. You're on your own, and then, politics is in your life You have to ride the wave." [Verse 1: Danny Brown] Loose bogies with parolees tthat got locked up when Kobe had an afro Look bitch, it's Daniel Eat it like a cantaloupe Bitches treat the demon like a youth potion antidote No bitch, we can't elope But we can hit the slopes Doing so much snow, like skiing with your eyes closed Extraterrestrial, extra with groupies Got 'em eating coochie in a downtown condo Ya bitch look like Rondo, and mine Jane Fonda Hit you with a hundred slaps nigga, E Honda Niggas see me always give me dap, but they don't wanta Hoes always talk behind my back and be frontin' Bitch, see I'm stuntin' All your vintage clothes Thrifting with your girlfriend, let her try my dick on Nigga you a sitcom, about to get cancelled Napping at the bull run, about to get trampled First try to play me, make a man example These ain't came out yet, they hit me with the sample Rap Louis C. K Bored with having three-ways, about to have a foursome And all of them Asian Smoking on some haze got me looking just like 'em Head in the hotel, watching Teen Titans Zoned off that Vicodin After we finished and they wanna try again? #Style! [Verse 2: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire] Ayo, this nigga ain't even send me my fucking beats, son... Ayo, first of all... Fuck Mike Finito for making this beat He said he got me, but he never send no fuckin' heat to me So now you're dead to me, you're history You see me, don't say shit to me You bring your girlfriend to Das Racist's show she getting dick from me They say I'm such a mystery I'm ghetto yet articulate Some how this guy from out the projects live, but still find time to read Dostoevsky, Howard Zinn, Donald Goines, Phillip K. Dick, and Dr. Seuss and use the moral as a muse Obtuse, left angle I'm mentally bent, mangled Untangling my brain With that Swedish Fish PINNACLE I mix it with pineapple Vic twistin' that white rhino We fixin' to stick dick in two bitches thats albino Ridiculous shit Niggas need chips from this shit Some rotten chicken and empty Entenmans ini mi fridge... Enter my inner enemy, into my insecurities Intent on ending any, intentions of being happy ya think? ...and life is a cigarette, death is an ash tray Sound like one of them lines Lil Wayne'd say My impersonation My interpretation (HEEMS!) I bring you Heems without further lyrication [Verse 3: Heems] Hindu Ralph Ellison, yo you can't see me I'm in a silk robe at the bank copping CDs With guap that I made by selling these CDs And guap that I saved by having a great CV Yo yo yo yo yo, that's a Curriculum Vitae I could always say, "I did it my way." Got Vagabond shoes, and they stray all day The St. John's Way, to Bombay Project hallways If there ever is a problem Heems'll want to solve 'em My partner then'll solve him The jury'll absolve him The sentence of a mobster I can sense it, it's something like the Doppler Radar You're on my gay friend's gaydar Something like a leper, you can't touch me Never turn my brain off, it never get dusty Your chicks is busted, my chicks is busty Up late on Twitter, I talk to Salman Rushdie Like it's just me and him I got dirt on you, doggie You like She & Him Schemin' and All the biddies say to me, "You're swell." She got a beautiful box, Joesph Cornell Got a lisp like Stewart, that's Kordell And she from the west, that's like Cornell Your chick look like Oprah, mixed with Sammy Sosa And she got a dick where there's supposed to be a chocha [Outro: Heems] Yo yo yo (Himanshu) Yo yo, peace to Danny Brown Peace to the Bruiser Brigade (#Style!) Peace to Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire (Brooklyn) Peace to Arundhati Roy talking to Howard Zinn at the beginning of the joint Produced by the one and only Mike Finito, my man since I was fourteen (Richmond Hill) Third World Fam, you know what it is (Corona, Glenn Oaks, Melrose) (?) Squad OTK, Out to Kill (Flushing) Aaron Elmont(?) Long Island and Queens ((?), Elmhurst) You know, of course, Cardozo Bayside Van Buren, John Bowne, Stuyvesant You know (All of Queens) All the Indian people in Queens Minke Finito (Alright) One (one)