[Intro: Bateman]
The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost
[Verse 1: Don Quixote]
Y’all wanna be Puff but you’re puffing on pipe dreams
That’s why I couldn’t vibe with mother fuckers that buy streams
Emulating dudes promoting designer brands
Reminiscing ‘bout your days doling shit by the gram
And I don’t got a speck of respect or remorse
For these rappers getting checked tryna flex on the poor
Rocking Cuban Links at Walmart like you in your city
As if you had something to prove now they doing you shitty
Pursuit of material things commodified your existеnce
Exploiting communities like homicidе is your business
Then making yourself the product that the masses consume
Pose with Tiffany blood diamonds show your ass to the room
What’s a seat at the table in a circle of evil?
Y’all think I’m unstable but your virtue’s deceitful
Shout out to Noname and the work that she’s doing
Invested in helping folks not immersed in these units
My fave rapper’s on Twitter selling NFTs
Some conscious bullshitters dwelling dead to me
I imploded the pedestals when Mike said he’s a landlord
They capitalize ideals they’re pretending to stand for
[Hook: Don Quixote]
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
[Verse 2: Brogodzilla]
Man, they gotta be playing
I gotta' be saiyan the way I gotta' body 'em praying
The hottest of all of the Mayans
God of all of these things
Put it there for lot of reasons, one is to not be the blame
If I can rebrand a human lottery game
And if all of the dollars and change didn't matter today
What would you have in your way separating time and space
I hold on to my ganja, its the only possession with me when passing away
I put my ass in the flame, for you throw ash on my name
I am a lion untamed
Haile Selassie in faith
The deplorable metaphorical walking in circles while I'm talking in parables
And I look like Urkel
Now dont make me hurt you
You dont deserve to have things
Putcha' hands parallel
[Hook: Don Quixote]
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
[Bridge: American Psycho ]
ALLEN: Hey, Halberstram?
BATEMAN: Yes, Allen?
ALLEN: Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place? Do you... Do you have a dog? A little chow or something?
BATEMAN: No, Allen
ALLEN: Is that a raincoat?
BATEMAN: Yes, it is. In '87, Huey released this; Fore!, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip To Be Square". A song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends. It's also a personal statement about the band itself. Hey, Paul!
Bateman murders Allen with an axe
BATEMAN: Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fuckin' stupid bastard!
[Verse 3: Don Quixote]
And I gotta call out these clowns colonizing the scene
Hip-hop opportunists just got their eyes on the green
Getting their cross over market, harmonizing then leave
Switching genres without even modifying the scheme
From Miley to MGK to G-Eazy now Jack
Got his Black crew to carry him to prevent creasing his slacks
Them fancy suits can’t tidy up the greasiest sack
And I don’t care about collabs so I ain’t keeping shit back
I’m sick of white rappers that advocate gun control
Then go back to their mansions imaginations in tow
Why the fuck y’all rapping? You don’t have shit you can say
Weak ass industry plants without water wither away
When them writers and engineers that elevated your sound
Take flight and then disappear I’ll celebrate when you drown
‘Cause you made it about the money, and the threads, and the hoes
Content as vacant as the room when they left you alone
