Soul Food II

[Part I] [Verse 1] Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal On this Under Pressure sequel We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing People scared of change But you'll find me deep in the cushion Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin' I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin' What's the conclusion of rappin'? My hypothesis, I'm darker than Gotham is Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees You better believe I know how to turn a profit with ease Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees What's the topic? I drop it Fuck around then leave them all concussed When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one Your new shit ain't good as your old shit 'Til your new shit is your old shit, son And then some, gotta get some I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme As a representation to give your family your time If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance And I know that my debutantes Been keeping the legacy going By flowing so involuntarily seamless Me and my team is finally reaping What we been sowing like a seamstress I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?) Hell yeah, now check the method I been livin' outside of pages for ages Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night Inhale, exhale, people hate Oh well, 2012 Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL 2013, on the cover XXL Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail 'Cause I prevail But that's a story for another time Story for another rhyme And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially And if we're being modest then potentially And if we're being humble then... [Part II] [Intro] Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin thot Ayy, fuck you guys, fuck you guys Suck my dick Straight on the basement mic Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun Back in the basement type shit [Verse 2] Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station Was home to the very last of the human population The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85 Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia Made of ones and zeros, she was a program You could ask her any question even about the fall of man Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space That nobody before them had ever found in they database I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race The planet Paradise, Kai said that time is my God It be very nice, traveling through outer space We done had some scary nights We done had some scary fights All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit Thomas love that boom bap shit I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured? Don't think that way my son Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun And if by chance we do come across an alien I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun Set to kill, never stun Wagwan, we get it done Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere (Ten, nine) We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here (Eight, seven) We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man (Six, five) And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan (Four, three) Understood? Understand, all good? Let's get it then (Two, one) Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound 'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground What they found, a planet full of life A planet full of shit they never seen Straight up out a movie scene On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean? Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it The seventh album by a musician they both revered First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser Wishin' he could undress her Give her the pipe, no lesser Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor? All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher Two men here to save the world, no pressure