Minimalism - Billy Woods, Vordul Mega, thrill gates

I goddam done been having raps since way before the goddam tower collapsed

Inhaled enough dust to snap your synapse and I’ll still laugh

Consumed more than a cartoon, can’t consume in the South

Religion lives on the side of a sand dune, I can carry the tune

Here you go now, carry this balloon

This has been a strange trip, tired offering arms to people

You fired, if I had a penny for every son I sired, I’d be mired

In debt looking wired on the web, see the future science set

I got a manic panic button on the jet in case I get stir crazy

Don’t tell me about shady, I was busy plugging the First Lady

I saw him giving me the eye maybe, maybe

What’s fortune, things that others have so often

I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs

Need to respect the little things, they become small gems

Straight no chaser, lyrical freebaser, speed racer, amphetamines

Mirrors and razors, pages hit me like tazers swinging light sabers

Hard labor, bread and water, quote me on quarters, no tax I’m not your daughter

Got beef with cousin, catch concussion, biscuits bust it

Honey Jack sipping Robitussin, keep the engine running, that’s dive city

I-95 miss Billy, nigga pass me the nine-milli, what you smoking the illy

Hold your own, I’mma hold this bone like hold the phone

Stop the presses, switch addresses, move it like and 6'5″ Nigerians

Secret experiments rappers want the formula and hold it on my cornea

Known as the foreigner, faceless men in black, illegal alien rap

Undocumented visa like sunny cheeba, sativa bring the MCs

Follow the leader

What’s fortune, things that others have so often

I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs

Need to respect the little things, they become small gems

Rolling on me, pot wholes fumble

That love bumble and the blow bubbles

But can’t fumble when you hold your brake

Get high when we burn yards

Get drunk bumping cars like woofers in your doors

Living raw, nothing but powers we getting to wars

Across boarders everybody swinging swords

We live G lords, never bow to the law

Live to G spit on you peons

Of you negroes and sick flows

We represent four-dollar heroes and negroes

Not only copping benzos, fortunate as we got those hoopties

1−2-3 spitamatics, we represent straight havocs from the young ones

That used to like having fun on the blocks

Living in all day, spin that rap dangerous

From the dangerous most dirtiest traps

You heard it the word that’ll come from the most

Young guns that’ll spit til you gone

Jade up, spit til the dawning, yo you niggas

Ain’t performing live over there

Niggas came to spare stones, just throwing it at you

Straight up clap you, fools

What’s fortune, things that others have so often

I feel so fortunate, still walking with all limbs

Need to respect the little things, they become small gems