Educated hood nigga. Mama always said “if you say something make it good nigga.” Well she aint say nigga, but you get the gist. Entourage like Hammer but the grammar too legit to quit. A salaam the manners but the hammer on that clip a trip. You won't need no baggage on that passage if you quick to flip. Keep it on yo mattress ‘fore its action, nigga stick to script. We gon keep on, manufacture crack and bag it brick to nick. Get used to it Knicks to bricks. Chris Duhon like six assists. clip coupons to spending chips, bitch I'm ballin. They madison square like Lupe, we madison square garden. They mad he's in there hoopin, we baddest in here, pardon. JV let him in there shooting, we are lettermen year, starting. Your girl Letterman late night. I late text, she talm’bout she aint getting laid right. I latex, then lay pipe. she talm’bout “You gon stay right?” Unh, unh I got to leave. she on that letterman jacket, wear emotions on her sleeve. And no I never go backwards cuz my standard high. Ho sit down I stand up guy. Run this town, my stans don't lie. Jane on thursday, Santos friday. unless they pay me for my stanzas set your stands on fire. Stand on that, they stand on line. I'm beamin, that's my stance on life. Santogold, see me I'm no creator I sampled line. Sampled track. once I put my stamp on that they sample mine. Leak it, put they stamp on mine. one week check the stats online. Talk shit, actions speak louder I pantomime.
Pops told me “never give no nigga no stick to beat you with.” So I beat up the beat when I hit that bitch. CB, no Rih Rih, stick to the script. I pound but I never really hit no chick. Duck down don't make me crash my whip. I swerve hit tree no accident. I blow kush and focus on road while she blow Chris. Now know this; stunting's done by pros, you can't just hire hoes. then recreate my prose. I post up and lay up all day. I throw up blocks so the D ok. I'm so Pro Bowl stay M.I.A. I'm here for the night then gone for days. Never let a hoe know where I stays. South Shore yeah that's where I raised. So Go-Go no DC nights, I'm just so Chi I say it twice. Bammas don't you go get siced. Cameras flicking, flashing lights. The boy is nice. Check for him like wearin nikes or paying price. Damn I'm flicking. Kill the lights. See I'm shining. Beaming, right? So Willy I don't spit. I throw up like Beamin might. But this not a game. My lines are not a scrimmage. This records not a Guinness. And since we are winning, I know you will report it and find some way to spin it. Tell DJ bpm it. Push replay when we finish. When they ask who the best, give em P to the A to the X to the T O-N-S. That's T to the O to the N’s of fresh produce like I have a chain of whole foods in my chest. Beats growing in my heart. Take a sample of my breath. Find spores of virus verses. I pray Lord that they infect. If you catch it, cover mouth before you give it to the rest. God bless.
from The Manhattan Project,
track released September 7, 2010
(C. Butler, D. Giles, S. Sparro). Beat by The Neptunes. Piano Interlude by Hayling. Recorded by The Paxtons, New York, NY. Mixed by Zacharias Wise at Depth Charge Studios, Alexandria, VA & Ben Lindell at Smash Studios, New York, NY. “Beamin” Interpolates “I’m Beamin” by Lupe Fiasco & “Still Hungry” by Sam Sparro.
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