[Verse 1: Denmark Vessey]
Grandiose. Half man and half Dios
Ambles in champagne and champions toast
The stroke on the big hand grandfather clock
Wrote 12 on the dot, other hand on the 5, good morning
Sky still dressed in all black
I awoke myself 'fore the bell tones chimed and told myself (Yo Self!) it's time
No tick-tock or wristwok or sun dial
Me and some thick chick(en) dippin, gettin Kung Pao
I twist that lady back and leave that lady wrung out
All she gettin is the dick & scrotum
DSL's get to blowing, got a mouth like the quickest modem
I'm from the motor but I moved to the city with the biggest show
Cause several years back and I ain't trying to settle
Everytime I write a riddle I be reaching for the sky
Grabbing lightning trying to smite the devil
Now I wish a nigga would, just to spite Gepetto
Especially you cowards, your bellies are light as yellow
[Hook]
They ain't ready for it they're looking defeated already
Got a petty Ford, half-steppin while they're 12-steppin out of Betty Ford
Drunk off the power of thought
I mean I seen the scenes of the tapestry unwoven
And I put it back together and I wrapped it in the moment
[Verse 2: Denmark Vessey]
Round table chats king author
Don't bring liquor through, nigga, bring water
I might sling rocks for the Philistine slaughter
Better bring pots through, Kevlar, non-stick pants, spray Pam
Butter guns mayhem. Might bomb something
Krylon, Saigon something
All it take is to right wrong, cousin
Lawn full of camouflage, python cut 'em
Gut 'em. New shoes, new wallet, what these new things man?
I don't do modest well
I'm feeling like Midas felt
I'm feeling myself. Fuck it. Whole body turned to gold
Now when everybody see me shine they screaming out "Ay...You Stuntin!"
Not gold plated - we gold to the bone
Now I'll CFC a new O in your zone
Obscure references, stow 'em in a poem
Sweating out cologne, pheromone, alone
Garçon? Garçon? Maître d?
Seat me in the smoking section where it's hater-free
Big plate of fish, getting my Omega-3
I'm way too wavy in my theta wave peak
Next level shit when I drop shit?
Ah, yes ma'am, a whole lotta bran
[Hook]
They ain't ready for it they're looking defeated already
Got a petty Ford, half-steppin while they're 12-steppin out of Betty Ford
Drunk off the power of thought
[Verse 3: Denmark Vessey]
This year, I'm getting smarter
Eating fruit, drinking water
And snatching up the spot that they ain't offer
I look at yall and then I see a pauper
Now look at me I'm like Caesar #3 from barbers, what could it be I mean
Every line I cut is crisp
Plus I'm fly, I'm always on some other shit
I get it going and I stay regular
Stay away if you fake or razor blade jugular (cutthroat)
Trust you bout as far as I can throw you, don't get up close
Stay away if you fake, I don't know you like "what up though?"
But that ain't enough though
Blame it on elitist dogma, my turned up nose sniffing out the air
I can smell your scent. The scent is softest, fetus born, sweet as fructose
You need to watch your throne I'm out to Thutmose
I'm up close, breath reek of duck roast
Shaw to the shank. Pen drip ink raw shark to the shrink
Rickshaw to the street, hard in the paint
Waka-Flosquiat: vanguard in the paint, nigga
What you think, nigga?
Said we can't smoke here, we puff dank and yeah
I'm something that a sucka would hate
And I got a little something to say. What's up?
[Hook]
They ain't ready for it they're looking defeated already
Got a petty Ford, half-steppin while they're 12-steppin out of Betty Ford
Drunk off the power of thought, I mean
Drunk off the power of thought
Man yall don't get it going, go and pull it out of your heart, I mean
I seen the scenes of the tapestry unwoven
And I put it back together and I wrapped it in the moment
