Michael & Scottie & Horace

[Verse 1: Verbal Kent] Ayo I first, irises and eyes hurt from my words Resonate on sides of the mind like sideburns Too complex, who want next? Wave bye through your back with my arm through your pecs A barbarian who bar, a misfit in the bar Bury him rhyme bar of a pallbearer with the ball All time great I rate or I rake your mind On a high plane pilot meditating in the sky Know the word play's top notch Not stopping till the name's known In cities in more hoods than in chop shops Huh, stop, watch, listen, learn, study, memorize Fuck a metronome somebody grab a stopwatch Call shots, boss like a Soprano Boss on the mic you the boss of a Sbarro It's Michael and Scottie and Horace Holding automatic rifles to body the chorus Go [Hook] "Never be able to understand what we got son" - M.O.P. 'On The Front Line' [Verse 2: Red Pill] So tell Barack to drop a bomb on this bitch Been underground for so long I found Osama and Saddam in this bitch I mean I'm ominous, god damn, plots to watching the kid Anonymous just hit my DM on some reconnaissance shit Synonymous with drunken novelists and proud of that shit Some gin and tonics give me opulence I'm out of this bitch Like fuck rap, you can have it back I'm out in the sticks Not selling out just realistic, I'm not counting on shit I'm not Mackelmore Not going back and forth to who's backpacking more I'm packing tours and diligently cracking doors Uh And I'm not mad at yours So why you mad at mine? I can feel the hate you don't gotta speak like a pantomime So this ain't real rap It's anti real rap I make that feel rap when you see me kneel rap I write my rhymes where my blood congealed at I do it for the people — that New Deal rap [Hook]