LL Cool J - The Force Album Lyrics

Now, there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

I can dig it

This is my manifesto, the reason why I did it
The press will call me evil and label me a menace
Don't let the lies deceive you, they pushed me to my limit
Racism's a disease, it's only right I kill it
Black blood, you're quick to spill it, justified rape and pillage
Hide behind your image, and terrorize my village
Your life, you won't live it, your death will be horrific
A 147 grain bullet, to be specific
My .9, I'm liftin' it to execute a hypocrite
Creep up a little bit, and squeeze, I'm sick of it
I walk away slow as the people gather 'round
Quick change of clothes, blend back in the crowd
Let the paramedics work, right? That's not your job
Now you dead up in the dirt, right? 'Cause that badge is the mob
A big blue gang, how do problems get solved?
By incendiary devices, your body's dissolved
I know all of your tactics, flak jackets and fog
Call us niggas, take a life quicker, like you a god
So I'm aiming with my rifle, my heart's become hard
You're the devil's disciple, so I prey on your car

Black vigilante
Black vigilante
Thirty magazines for my AR-15
Black vigilante
Black vigilante
Suppressors and magazines for my M-16
Black vigilante

Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
Don't try to apprehend me
(Come on, Cyrus, we're with you) (go ahead, bro)

The world wouldn't listen, I begged for assistance
Everywhere I turned, more and more resistance
I traveled long distance, they called your death instant (come on, Cyrus, we're with you) (go ahead, bro)
You may not believe it, but my weapons is convincing
I monitor the airwaves, watch for the X-rays
Blood is the appetizer, death is the entree
I want to hear him scream, line him up with the beam
I remember we would take lives for the same team
I know you're gonna follow me, try to intervene
So the exit wounds are ugly, entry wounds are clean
I catch you at the red light, oh, you're looking for me?
These bullets are my slaves, it's time to set them free
I smile as my lead niggas run away from me
Please catch 'em for me, I smiled when you saw me
Innocent bystanders are witnessing something gory
They have nothing to fear, only you die in this story

Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
Don't try to apprehend me, I'll black and blue your family
I'll black and blue your family, don't try to apprehend me

I heard you on the radio, gasping, barely breathing
I slowly drove away as I bid you a good evening
We both know the reason, why it's open season
You promoted treason, you hold an evil allegiance
Guilty of malfeasance, you ignored my grievance
If you would have listened, it's your death that we would prevent
It would not have become a homicidal disagreement
We both know I'm right, but you label me an extremist
I'll stich you f*ckers up and make the murder seamless
The killing's tailor made, I'm dressing up the demons
People don't believe you 'til the world is in upheaval
It's an ongoing saga, believe me, this is the prequel
Blinded by my black skin, now your head is see-through
The ones that I kill first, they are just a preview
Meet me in the mountains, let's play a childish game
I'll hide while you seek, then we'll go up in flames

Smooth as Luther Vandross down at St. Andrews
Shower on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke
Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe
Succulent juices, we sip Pétruses in Bordeaux
Never losin' my memories of Farmers and Old Gold
Before check out the melody, his neck was a light show, that's light though
Always gotta come with the right flow, we like dough
Learned that from Chuck, Rich and Alpo, I'm down so
Now we out here runnin' with billy goats, it's natural
Speak game on the C plane
Now the blue-faces matchin' the deep waves
Shorty took the pics solo, know no one see things
Now she hoppin' out the Range Rover in PJ's, Louis frames
Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames
If opportunity knock, we'd bet you do the same
Teamwork make the dream work, review the game
We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name
You complain that your team is cold
Rewind the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a goat
Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable
Y'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too
Speedin' through, two seater coupe
We ain't part of illuminati, we just the realest crew
We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue

You know, I was wondering, you know
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it's got a lot of power and
The force, it makes me feel like

Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' (ooh, ooh)
Water so clear you can see the fish pissin'
Convos on the speed boat, just listen
She servin' for the Birkin and the signature edition (the force)
VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission
Now we Sky Dwellin', rebellin' against the system
Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons
Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians
Farmers Boulevard, coolin', 9 double parked
On the eat with them paper plates, she gotta hustle smart
Someone caught a bullet they ain't talkin' 'bout the charge (the force)
Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard
Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a God
Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, bust open a cigar
Over time her tan lines look like a work of art
Now the hub but cheap pop ups and hot tubs
And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs
So what's up? (The force)
You feelin' the force, we got plugs (the force)
Put you onto power, plug you in and light you up bruh (the force)
It take a team to get a chip
Medallion swingin', money machines in the whip
If you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip
You can't get frustrated king, we don't quit (the force)
Gettin' money is automatic, that's why we drop sticks
If we wasn't doin' this, it'd be ninety nine bricks
So we glad we on the yacht with the boss and doin' some real shit (ooh)

So many different hustlers you meet in the game
Shit is cold, don't put your trust in 'em, let me explain
The greedy killer, he wanna f*ck hoes and get the money
But he quick to feel disrespected
One slip of the tongue, wrong words selected
Bullets drillin' in your melon when you least expect it
Number one priority, self-preservation
That applies to majority different situations
The daredevil type, love to make a scene, the nigga hype
If he's the center of attention, you alright
He worried 'bout his rep
Put dirt on his name, you gettin' slept
Extra sensitive, quiet as kept
So you gotta play it cool with him, laugh at his jokes
Don't inhale too deep when he pass you the smoke
He askin' you a question, he might go for your throat
It's best to be transparent or that's all she wrote

Always keep ya word, always pay him back (Livin' Legend Cool James)
Always keep ya word, always pay him back (Ricky Rozay AKA Ravioli)
Always keep ya word (always pay him back, Q-Tip, what up?)
(Maybach Music) yo

Livin' like a villain, sippin' Villon out the glass
Million on the wrist, quick to skip a battle rap
Corvette club, wavin' Maybach flags
Hundred foot yachts, jumpin' waves, runnin' laps
Really just wanna smoke, really just wanted peace
The niggas who want the most, some might end up with the least
Shawty just broke the lease, ready to move with me
I put it all in the book, prayin' that she could read
Really are you a G? (Uh), niggas just wanna see (uh)
I'm runnin' the numbers up, I feel I'm still in the lead
Tentacles in the streets, criminals gettin' cream
The 7 series new Beamer (new Beamer), really is not a thing (no)
Always gettin' the money, still hustle the max
Always keepin' it real, always gettin' it back
Bitches come with the thrills, all I want is the cash
My niggas still on the rise while I'm chargin' a tax

Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word, always pay him back

Then there's the boss player, he got a shrewd intellect
He thinkin' big picture, he patient with disrespect
He always keep his word, but there's pressure when he collect
He keep the blicky close, he smart when he invest
Stay away from his hoes, that'll keep you out the mess
He act like you treat him cold, but that is just a test
Keep your jokes to a minimum when wifey is around
Remember he's the man and f*ck how it sounds
Give you the shirt off his back
Cross him, that's that (yeah, uh)

Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word, always pay him back (uh)
Always keep ya word, always pay him back

Always keep it real, always like crack
'Bout kicks I can teach ya
Just blew a mini mansion in Atlanta on some sneakers
I brought the purses to the Verzuz
Been bodyin' shit, big boy hearses
Stain careers like windows in the churches
Brought the yay to the trap, this Sunday Service
Always have a gauge, always had the MAC
Always move weight, always move the pack
Always keep your word, always pay it back
Always keep it real, always like crack

Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word, always pay him back
Always keep ya word (always pay him back)

Look at mama, she's in the kitchen
She's swingin' her hips and dippin' the chicken in flour
She got the music, it's bumpin'
I smell the food in the oven while I two-step in the shower
A well-balanced potato salad and hot sauce
Collard greens, fried catfish and lima beans
Engrained in your brain without a meme
Like it's a precinct burnin' up on the screen

The operation is flagrant 'til reparations, we take 'em
And we been patiently waitin' and for cake, we be scrapin' until it's late in the a.m
When you sick of the mayhem, you demonstrate 'til they pay 'em
Your body swayin', you listen what I'm sayin'
Don't want that AK-K-K commence to sprayin'
OG Mind Freak, you cannot enslave 'em
And if the tables ever turn, you know nothin' can save him
The sensation burnin' like Louisiana cajun
The faint aroma somebody is blazin' to bring the day in
Big bro on his way in

Never forget where you started
'Cause that could be where you end
From a faraway land, we were departed
Tryna find where we began
Mama said there was a code
That we all should abide by
Big man said there was a code
By which we should live and we should die by

Beat shakin' like flour in paper bags
See 'em salutin' and recruitin' and wavin' flags
Spice in the hot sauce, crispy on the chicken
The screen door slammin' and the young boy crippin'
Mama when she dancin', your uncle when he trippin'
The spirit of Stevie Wonder when "Superstition" was written
I'm the first bop when you walk into the party
I'm the Chris Rock when you snappin' on somebody
I'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity
Duke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity
I'm the sound of Miles Davis, it's impossible to bury me
The slow pimp walk, it's impossible to hurry me
The red cup, brown liquor, spades all night
Shower cap, house slippers, braids just right
Feelin' when that itch in your weave is relieved
I'm your tastebuds bitin' on the sunflower seeds
Only crossover I support is Kyrie
W.E.B. mentality
I'm the Biz goin' off, Diana, I'm the boss
Or you could say Ross, I'm Pirelli's with the gloss
I'm the underground Harriet, the swing low chariot
Backyard smoker, fried okra and asparagus
The look in the eyes of someone who can relate
I'm the knowin' that it's love and couldn't possibly be hate
I'm the prayer of a mama want her son to walk straight
I'm the prisoner released when he walkin' out the gate
I'm black, I'm black, I'm black, I'm black

Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
It's for everybody
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code
It's for everybody (yeah)
Read your Black Code
Read your Black Code

Passion
Passion
Passion
Passion

Y'all need a new team like a girl with a BBL need new jeans
It's in my DNA to let 'em play in the enclave
Percolate while songs play Andre The Giant 3000 ways make 'em obey
I'm seasoned with it
Floor seats, who need ticket?
Time's up, get ya signs and pickets
Wanna see me in the desert but ya man's liquid
Sun shining, old diamonds, new blue face
Staring at my pocket lining 'cause I put the time in
Freak of nature with the bars, broken English got me foreign cars
Rolls Royce for some R&R (uh)

(Passion)
Diss tracks can't distract the MAC
Too hot to troll, I'm so cold
Whether Fahrenheit or Celsius, these niggas know
Below zero
Farmers Boulevard superhero
Word to Swizz Beatz, we rep like X-Men, Temptation, Darkman, or Malcolm
Different moods, gifted dudes
You picked up on the jewels if you're shrewd on the first stream, had 'em glued
Dominate the new era in my Yankee-fitted
Being prodigious with the lyrics brings digits
Told ya I was post-modern
Contemporary Queens nigga, vibes is Harlem
On the job all day, check the resume going in
For references, check Smithsonian while style smooth linoleum
Honey goin' crazy and my key
Open legs like custodians

(Passion, passion)
We can make money or make excuses
Better be easy, I'm ruthless
Hella paper tigers, all toothless
Tony Montana blueprint is useless
Some people ignore facts
I love Scarface but that nigga with the chainsaw fell on the mat
We just act like we don't see that
Asking where the weed at
Eliminate the mids when the speakers giving feedback
That's based on my rep, you in trouble if you step, believe that
Flash gold rollies on niggas that don't know me
They know what time it is
Better watch ya 6, grandpops was a mason
My homie moved the bricks
Solid as a tutor, teach 'em to hit licks
I'm a dog with this shit
There's food in my pen, you would think I breed pitts
Triple entendre, I'm stealing on this shit
My jewelry black and yellow like Wiz
If this ain't inspiration, what is?
On some Creflo Dollar slick, pop my collar shit
What we came for, we gotta get
No boatload of coke but a lotta hits
(Passion)

All these niggas blue in the face when I come in the place
Money tracking, you could run a relay race in my safe
Bimmy smiled freckle-faced when he showed me an eighth
Went legit, niggas still driving slow in the Wraith
We was bringing cash in before the new Kew Motor Inn sign was flashing
Babygirl is laughing 'cause my slang is old-fashioned
That's always been your problem, Dennis
No passion

Damn, baby, I don't know if you dance or not
I'd love to see you on the pole
I don't know if you conservative, or if you're a freak
But I'd love to see you lose control
Make the O-face for me, bounce your ass on me
Turn around, bust it open, that's a long story
Give it to you mad rough, baby, where the handcuffs?
I'ma tie you up from the back while we stand up
Pullin' on your hair, kiss you from the side
Keep it right there, slingshot ride
Now I got you in the air, feels good to be alive
That's what happens when the pressure is applied
Waitin' at your job, 'bout a quarter past five
Take you in the alleyway, slap it on your thigh
This parkin'-lot pimpin', yeah, I park it in your eye
Travel with your finger, try to look up at the sky

So what you gon' do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They're cheerin' my name when they come outside

I'm jinglin', baby (go 'head, daddy)
You're the king of it, baby (go 'head, daddy)
Drip, drip on me, baby (go 'head, daddy)
They be thinkin' we crazy (oh, go 'head, daddy)

You don't need GPS to find my spot
Louis flip-flops push gears in my drop-top
Get a little messy when you in my Snapshot
Geeked up, he don't need Wi-Fi for this hot spot
Uh, I get his head sprung
I like it when it go, that's a lump sum
If you gon' f*ck my weave up, then get my hair done
A couple bundles pressed out with a top bun
Is you cool with it, daddy? Mm-hmm, yeah
He said that he like whatever I like
Penthouse, let's spin back, let's get the vibe right
He ate me, infinity, that's my type

So what you gon' do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They're cheerin' my name when they come outside
So what you gon' do with it?
And my face a movie star, ooh wit' it
Ooh, let me tell you my proclivities, so come on outside
They're cheerin' my name when they come outside

Sippin' Irish Moss and Guinness when I'm handlin' my business
You like it when I-, you finish the sentence
I like it when you top me in the rented
Use both hands, the usual plans
She can watch us and we can watch her dance
I normally don't do this, but tonight I throw some bands
I come and pick you up, I might not hit you in advance
I pick you up and come, that's how we do, you understand?
I make the panties drop like the elevator cable prop
Gym trainer when I stretch you on the table-top
Put your crown on my head, call me the king of rock
Can you smell what I'm cookin'?
I hit you in Piscataway, they hear your ass in Brooklyn
Extra rude with it, people walkin' by and lookin'
Foggin' up their glasses, see the way the ass is
Cuttin' up like classes, po-po harass us, we drive off, laughin'
You ain't a maid, baby, make it sloppy
Body language cocky
Since we're skatin' it turned into night and you like to play with the ice
I pull out my stick and invite you to play some tonsil hockey
I put the box in the penalty
Love it when you try to score goals on me mentally
People without proclivities fray eventually
It's destiny for you and me to keep the same energy

My foreign is (all new)
And your shit is just (alright)
Postmodernists (all new)
Blahzay and just (alright)
We really is (all new)
You're silly, just (alright)
The vibes is (all new)
And the bags is (alright)
The vibes is (all new)
And the bags is
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever
Postmodern is contemporary, whatever

Game on, corner lot up on the lawn
I want Malcolm across the street to put me on
Drug dealer, concubine on his arm
Is it the currency that make the ladies swarm?
I'm just a lil' scrap, I did it with my charm
What will it take for me to strip 'em to their thongs?
Big chains, little games, questions in my brain
To attain money, fame, Mulsanne switchin' lanes
My mother took her tax return and invested it
She bet it on her kid and look at what he did with it
Two thousand in '84, that's a hundred thousand X multiple from keepin' you on the floor
Keepin' people in awe
Mama, the deed is yours
The world is your oyster, shuck it and eat it raw
Makin' dreams come true is an art form

My foreign is (all new)
And your shit is just (alright)
Postmodernists (all new)
Blahzay and just (alright)
We really is

So I started spittin' bars
Now mama's pickin' cars
From quarters in the jars to daughters that are stars
Forever dreamin' large, inside of you's a god
Regardless of your theology, reach in your reservoir
Incendiary mythology, phoenix above the law
Magnetic genetics is pullin' you on the floor
I said it, mama, I meant it, go get it, the world is yours
Manifestin' rewards for all that the girl endured
My intuition is speakin', I'm tweakin', I can't ignore it
I'm on a mission of beatin' the odds, feed me some more
Got a vision, I'm raisin' the bar up to the Lord
Sowin' and reapin', so pockets are never leakin'
Why would they? I'm the plug, that's metaphorically speakin'
We outside, we dreamin', you still sleepin'
It's time to ride, you see him, your man's peakin'

I came up off the street
Took some pissy steps up to the belly of the beast
Which way I go?
Kinda confusin', the machines are not workin'
There ain't no tokens or nothin', this shit done changed all a sudden
It's like I died and came back
Different faces and ages
On their phones and computers, no one is readin' the papers
Don't know who's contagious
White lady look funny
This Black kid talkin' 'bout droppin' forty and twenty
Only thing on my mind
"You won't take nothin' from me"
And the nurse sittin' across from me, she really look lovely
And the lady sittin' next to me was slow to move her stuff
She ain't wanna let me sit down
Afraid of how I get down
Ain't dealin' with that shit now
I'm goin' on a ride
I wonder how these people feelin' really deep inside
I'm home
But damn, this shit don't feel like I remember
Matter fact, it been about thirty Decembers
And these kids don't even know who I am
You don't know you in the presence of a real made man
You standin' too close
Ain't nothin' sweet, no sugar, no glucose
Move for the bread and you toast
Been so long
The whole world turned upside down while I was gone
I'm lookin' at the signs, I don't wanna read 'em wrong
You can cut it with a knife, the vibes are so strong
I stand up, step off, step on new platforms
Wow, this shit don't really transform
A new breed of killers, yellow-eyed gorillas
Backs against the wall, lookin' at me with a snarl

We sizin' each other up, I would hit motherf*ckers up
But I really want peace today, reborn like it's Easter day
They hungry, lookin' at me as if I took they feast away
I smell the emotions, deep down they are hopin'
To escape this invisible mental prison they're livin' in
Like a zombie, walkin' dead, head down and givin' in
I see a crack of light, the monster's closin' in
This dude is starin' at me, what I feel, I hold it in
Saw a girl who had a rough life
Livin' in the moment, playin' music on her phone
We conversated briefly, I could tell she hold her own
Energy in her eyes, make people move aside
The dude behind the counter had a million-dollar smile
But somethin' told me he gon' make the world pay for it
When the vibes in the air, you just can't ignore it
So that's my cue to slide off with my crew
Home sweet home, to thy self be true
Mind in the sky, but keep a street-level view
Inspiration for the future dreams we will pursue
If I made it off the streets of Queens, you can too
It's been thirty Decembers, still rememberin' you
A lifelong hero's journey and I'm always en route
What has now become wine started off as mere fruit
It's been thirty Decembers out here, nurturin' roots
It's been thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember

Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers
Thirty Decembers, this world ain't like I remember

Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad (yo)
Run, run, run, run, run it back

Yo, yo, you gettin' money, you really don't need to talk about it
Move quiet, you should try it, there's some clout around it
Chasin' hoes and overthinkin' the process
Outside of the gates spewin' the nonsense
On the phone, he beggin' women to come out
Back to back callin' until his minutes run out
Beggin' for loose change and scrapin' to maintain
On sippin' some Ace Spades and playin' with waist chains
I think you get the picture, we outside the frame
Get your Louis Hamilton on swerve, lane to lane, on gang, on gang
We brainstormin' 'til it rains and we drive our gang
Straight into the Hall of Fame
You niggas need to pay attention
I was seventeen and had 'em shippin' the Benz in (run it back)
I was sixteen eatin' steak with Russell Simmons (oh-oh, run it back)
I was fifteen in the basement with a vision, I could

Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Run it, run it, run it, run it back
Stuff it in your Birkin bag 'cause he don't f*ck with that
So just run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
We run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back

Time to add to the cypher
Time is money, time to run the numbers higher
My niggas earn, hustlin' early, shit is hardwired
Photo bezel, frozen neck, all black attire
A million dollars make 'em follow a messiah
Is you a charlatan or really take 'em higher?
We in demand, distributors and suppliers
Been gettin' bands since signatures on the flyers
Listen, gotta make moves if you really want it
Desperate dudes eat your food, that's how they be on it
It's a must that we hustle today and escape from the trap
Round table discussin' the way that we get to the racks
Matter the game that you play, I'm just statin' the facts
The aim of the game to be cakin' and makin' the max
I was twenty with a stack, nineteen with a plaque
Eighteen, neck icy with my Kangol hat, I told 'em

Run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
You see us out here getting to the bag
Run the numbers up and run it back
Run, run, run, run, run it back
Let's run the numbers up and run it back
Oh no, when we get the bag
Yeah, don't you get too mad
Run, run, run, run, run it back

See, I'm like Huey in the chair
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
See, I'm like Huey in the chair

Huey P with the black beret and the black leather
You know me, I get motivated by vendettas
Cold game, they out here playin' with thin sweaters
Gold chains, of course we change, we're trendsetters
Minx dragon, the Brinks wagon is full of jewels
Stop braggin', get caught lackin', we pullin' tools (run it)
Rules are basic, now and then I switch the Jordan shoes for the Asics
Steps, you can't trace it
Accept the fact, face it, I skip the rat racin'
Ever try to slap me, prepare for some back-bracin'
Nucleus of the culture, so he is African sculpture (uh-huh)
Carved by the gods and clappin' at all these vultures
I make rain, hail, snow, and earth quake
Son of man, I don't understand how y'all play
Grafted devils ain't on my level, god-body
King of the jungle, but still humble at the Panther party
Black soldiers with shotties up on they shoulders
Marchin' in unison while we're polyin' in the Rover

The vibe is red, black and green
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
From Farmers Blvd in Queens
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
Grew up on Ilion
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
Influence to millions
See, I'm like Huey in the chair

The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet, dammit
The father of civilization autobiographic
Goin' against the God is like a biohazard (uh)
Reignitin' the spark in your thoughts at a higher standard
It ain't nothin' you can compare, nigga
When you witness the feelin' like Huey in the chair, nigga (haha)
Might dread up again, peep the kinkier the hair
While holdin' a ratchet (uh), smokin' a spliff, the stinky in the air, nigga
If you ridin' with me, every single person here
That jump in the whip, we catch us a flat, you puttin' on a spare, nigga
I'm suggestin' that you prepare for dinner (ah)
The shit was deeper than what you think, don't compare me, killer (uh)
Don't disregard my righteous nature and declare me sinner (Ooh)
Provide science to prepare the beginner (ha)
My empress pulled up, she text me, my nigga, go and get her (ha)
My queen present, shit get dangerous when you know I'm with her

See, I'm like Huey in the chair
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
The vibe is red, black and green
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
From Farmers Blvd in Queens
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
Grew up on Ilion
See, I'm like Huey in the chair
Influence to millions
See, I'm like Huey in the chair

Uh, uh, uh
It's like a blizzard on my neck, it's snowing on my wrist
You wanna hustle, take a pic of me, and show 'em this
Give a f*ck how many M's that you can go and get
We built different, you know who them hoes are goin' with
It's not a riddle when they fallin' for you off the rip
Bunny rabbits like they carrots you know how it gets
Wrote my name on the wall, now it's up in lights
Now we f*ckin' in the hall like it could save ya life
She wanna wear my T-shirt, she wanna wear my chain
Please, baby, slow it down, I'm well aware of game
In my Basquiat bag when I'm in the lab
You already Fab 5 Freddy on they ass
Supermodel sharing bottles with a street nigga
She like a Hoover in an Uber by the East River
F*ck a martini this is for the Henny sippers
We from the bottom, baby, now we up on Mount Olympus

Keep it in the air, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it everywhere
Keep it in the air, yeah, keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air

Roll some smoke, and throw on Kid Creole
We in it to bring in the dough not control hoes
In life, you gotta dance to your own rhythm
Nothin' f*ckin' wit ya mans, got a bold vision
Devils in the system actin' like they have religion
When the bullets get to whizzing, where is all the moralism?
Rock Bells CEO
More Jean Michel, then a TV Show
Sent Rick a demo and he said it was a go
So I ran up in his dorm, got to kickin' in the door
He standing by the drum machine, records on the floor
That's when we became the baddest motherf*ckers that you know
Niggas knew we had to blow
Can you understand you not having no bands but knowing that you the man?
We mastered real plans
Brought through the ghetto, wearing upscale threads fully paid in advance
You know we litty in the city, back on fire like we hit 'em with the stimmy
We be getting to the bag, hear me
Gotta back up from the game to see the moves clearly
That's when little thing came, tried to stand near me
Kinda loud up in here, baby, gotta talk clearly
Do ya thing but don't you spill your drink on me, you feel me
Wanna hump me like a camel 'cause we're chain smoking
Had a bird's legs open, first words spoken
Wanna throw it back, y'all already knowin' that
Only facts middle finger up when we know it's cap
Like hoes on the track when they don't adapt
'Til they get the raw back, no more rap

Keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you feel it everywhere
Keep it in the air, just keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
Keep it in the air, just keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
Keep it in the air, just keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
Keep it in the air, just keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air
Keep it in the air, just keep it in the air
The Basquiat energy, you keep it in the air

Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding
For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet
The power to refine how we planned it
Bring equality to God's economy
Build the truth, destroy in the booth
What I was born to do, decipher for you
Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?
What you really need to see is yourself in divine form
For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song
Spirit of God, bring he and her along
They mistreat Islam, no justice performed
'Til I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong
The master, dominate the stages I'm on right now
And it won't end when I'm gone
Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on
Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn
Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born
Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong
You ain't understanding the universe
Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse
Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work
We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone
Ask, "Why?" I reply, "To each his own"
Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go

Praise him all you can
All woman and man
Praise him with your heart
Praise him with your mind
Praise him everyone, all of humankind
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him

Peace to all, peace to y'all
Peace to all, peace to y'all
Fly women and gentlemen, I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment
Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again
Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's a fit again
In prison, they be listening, I get 'em through they sentences
He whistle through his solid gold gold teeth
His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat
That sound made me a wild wavy
My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G
I grew to be established
Having a stash and once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten
Now in the Zoom meetings, sipping Veuve Clicq' and eating
Reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin, was goon season
It started in the Project Park
1985, '86 with the Clarks with the gum sole
Them young boys, they brung noise and jumped off
You soft outside fresh, a dumb choice
Bum rushed, gun bust
Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped
I first heard "I Need a Beat"
I got on the train, last stop on the F and E
Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers
Just to see where the God they called Todd lives
They say you raised up some hood toddlers
Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace

Do you remember first time you heard the legend in leather?
The career ender with the road-killer stuck to his fender
I'm on another bender, drunk off the power that make a coward surrender as I devour contenders
Talkin' foul of whoever, your head is 'bout to get severed
Then I bounce it with pleasure, I'm pourin' out Amaretto
Homies, I won't forget 'em, so tap the bottle and pour it
Supermodels I ignore 'em, later on it's like porn
Reincarnation of the ripper, I give stitches and chest zippers
Cinderella's get propellered out their glass slippers
Time is tickin', givin' ass whoppin's how we keep the cash flippin'

What? A supa-dupa switch (what?)
I can't understand a single word you're sayin'
I think you have syrup brain, 'bout to finish you like polyurethane
All that molly probably sure to drain your spinal fluid from your vertebrae
This the Murdergram and I brought my murder gang
My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame
But as far as boulevards, I'm talkin' 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pfft)
I just blew your girl away, but she on so much blow and lean (what?)
I call that f*ckin' ho Katrina, somebody better give her-a-cane (Hurricane)

And that's on everything (what?), she love my heavy chain
My yellow diamond shinin', got her whippin' like lemon meringue
Strippin' in front of the gang, she's slippin' inside of the Range
Quick to go out with a bang, it's like I threw out a grenade
Once you pull up in this, when the killin' will begin
You feel me pullin' off your skin, I really came to get it and deliver
Murdergrams, turn over your ambulance, thirty bullets in advance
Candlelight and cryin' fans, we go in and buy a land
Slide up behind you, testin' my rifle
Give blessings to my disciples, professional I'm a sniper
Like eight miles away, me and Marshall doin' murders
With dirty burners, break them down and melt them in the furnace

Unapologetic and we're gonna cause a headache
Me and L about to set it, we about to murdergram it
Anyone of y'all can get it, so you might as well forget it
Either way you will regret it, cemetery's where you're headed
Come on (yeah)

The message in the chorus, you bastards got nothin' for us
The overlord is the rawest, I ain't talkin' 'bout a rental car
When I'm pullin' the Taurus, this Halloween
Them candy bars'll get you killed in the forest
We are lyrically lawless, stackin' money, hoarders
Slugs that make you forget all that slick-ass shit that you thought of
Blow your mind with the sawed off
Just when you thought it was safe, we bustin' at you from the Wraith
They hittin' the door in, ain't nothin' sweet when we come in to play

When I say that you ain't f*ckin' with moi (mwah)
I do not mean kisses, boo, but I got the potential to
F*ckin' flip what I mention with a pinchin' tool (what?)
Come back with vengeance like Jack the Ripper
To rip it, just givin' you a sample, a f*ckin' snippet (snip it), like scissors do
Now when I hit the booth, I figure the days are over when I was quick
This fool used to fly off the handle like a f*ckin' witch's broom
I called it pluckin' flowers 'cause I was so quick to pick a tool up (click-click)
Like it's petunia, sick medulla, but thanks to Cool J, he created a monster (what? Yeah)
Spaghetti sauce and mozzarella on a tray full of pasta (what?)
You got a couple of motherf*ckin' trained killers-on-ya (lasagna)
And I'm just bein' as frank as Sinatra (haha)
When I be sayin' that I'ma keep this shit gangster as mobsters (what?)
But when you got fanatics goin' so crazy, they mob ya
Lookin' like organized crime because you can't get 'em-off-ya (mafia)
And all your motherf*ckin' enemies, they wanna off ya, like Hoffa
And dump your body in Lake Minnetonka (shh)
That's how you know you f*ckin' saw, and you came, and you conquered
Veni Vidi Vici, stompin' 'em, makin' 'em bonkers
Now women treat me like BDK (Big Daddy Kane), the king, and they feed me grapes (yeah)
Either way, I got more on my plate than an all you can eat buffet (woo)
So better pick a B.C. date 'cause your history is shady (yeah)
As they 'bout to set it on you like a TV tray (yup)
Man, I see the way people say I'm so evil (what?)
They f*ckin' think that Timothy McVeigh and my DNA are exactly the same
But when I leave this game (nope)
Things just ain't gonna be the same (nah)
But it's in need of change (yeah), and I'm the meter maid (haha)
Go ahead and crack a bottle, 'cause this is E and J
Meanin' me and James (yeah), got that avocado
We the sociopaths, and we got your ho on our laps
And we're goin' back to Cali so she can blow on our sax

Brang-brang, brr-brr-brr-brrr, brr-brring
I don't think so

There was smoke when the mother's water broke
The doc saw the horns, oh my god, it's a goat
The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts
Almost dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float
Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope
A mic appeared in his hand, body started to jolt
Angels injected him with lyrical dope
The same drug they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe
The whole world's raven for the baby, the bell tolls
A crowd gathered 'round, throwin' punches and elbows
Then his mama arose and recited a poem
Todd's a hip-hop god, f*ck rock and roll
Put the baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse
Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs
Breakbeats played, he had speaker for a crib
She screamed, "Jack the Rip" and ignited his gifts
To the parents, he's a legend, to the children a myth
Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith
Alias Mr. Killin'-Every-Rapper-In-His-Radius
Ciphers to stadiums, bars is vibranium
Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium
Platinum, uranium, lyrical titanium
In other words, whoever it concern
If you f*ck around with fire, you gon' get that ass turned to ash

True story, I'm a walkin' crematorium
Helpin' rappers urn obituaries from historians
Bangin' on 'em, yellow tape and red sheets layin' on 'em
Carved hands, tombstones, prayin' for 'em
Movin' the chess pieces like telekinesis
As a toddler, he walked with two panthers on leashes
Learned early on where the mark of the beast is
By the time he hit puberty, he richer than Croesus
Slicker than Odysseus on a odyssey, intellect is part of me
So pardon me if it's harder to follow me, what does that mean?
He's a mythological melanated progeny of royalty, sprayin' you with soliloquies
Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on
Ignorance is the virus, my ink is the interferon (yeah)
The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded
Back to elevate the culture, that's my only motive

Uh, to f*ck with me, you need your ammo up
Proceed to stand on punks, you know the schemes will leave your flannel scuffed
Peep the handle, son, know my procedure be to damage stuff
No Madden franchise, but this my season, we just havin' fun
Uh, cash rules everythin' I hate and love
Niggas hate to face reality, that's why we takin' drugs
Payin' plugs, but there will come a time when it just ain't enough
You might just turn to Cobain if you ain't as tough
I might emerge with propane, it's a fatal stunt
Properly insert a bold claim as if I ain't the one
And now I'm rhymin' with a legend, like I said I would
Intrinsically, I murder beats just like a legend should
Tried to convince 'em I was meant for this, the best I could
Niggas narcoleptic, won't accept I'm here to wreck for good
Feelin' more intrepid, more receptive since I left the hood
Feelin' more adept and on your neck's where I'ma plant my foot

Name a nigga that flow harder
Flow more graphic than flowcharts
Won't relax 'til I build up these plaques and hold tartar
Spare no targets
Got a flow so nauseous
I cough up words and throw bars up
Hardly a reverend, but I'm always gon' thank the Lord for the blessings
In life, I learned that takin' losses is a part of the lesson
I fathered you peasants, you niggas my sons
So when I kill you motherf*ckers, we'll just call it postpartum depression
Lafayette, Louisiana, where niggas be squeezin' hammers
Niggas don't speak with grammar, so people gon' think we bamas
It's frequent to keep your hands up, anybody can get it
And anybody can give it to you, it's like Secret Santa
I'm sayin', you niggas is nothin' like me and my
You look at niggas and deify, we defy
Defeat and divide, reheat and refry
Niggas ain't reachin' this high, need to repeat and retry
Bitch, I'm too different to be in any competition with y'all
The only way I quit is if you get petitions involved
So you can place your bets, you bet against me, you gon' stay in debt
I stay the best 'cause I'm the only rookie that can face the vets
You little niggas never raisin' threats
You niggas bitter and y'all sweet, you motherf*ckers is Raisinettes
I'm layin' low and chasin' checks
'Cause when I blow, I'm finna run the rap game like the FitnessGram Pacer Test

You niggas can't check me, I hope your next move don't upset me
Got fresh prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey
I get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town
For the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds
Had the monkey on the counter with his hands on his mouth
The other monkey, for his ears, we ain't hearin' you out
The third monkey had his hands over his eyes
So you can get buried if you imply
I'm outta the country, where two can dine, now honey, you can't deny
The shooters come in flurries, like Curry and Luka Don
Now say hello to the motherf*ckin' Don, tiptoe
Don't you come across that line (don't die)
'Cause you just one of plenty niggas, I ain't any nigga
Billion dollars worth of silly niggas, we brought gilly with us
That separates you from your mom, with titty, nigga
Jump about the Bentley, nigga, better sit up when you see the tadow