Unlimited Metrocard lyrics

by

Black Milk


(Statik Selektah)
Hold up, Statik, I think The Roots used this sh*t and my man RTNC sent it to me, you know what I mean?
(Man I made this sh*t in like '10)

I be gettin' off although it isn't my stop
With turn styles as many as there were turnstiles I hopped
Got over easy, like how you order your eggs at IHOP
Droog had to bop, I wasn't trying to dry mop
It's been go time, back when I was in my old grind
Wrote rhymes so I don't have to see another showtime
Wishing all of them pricks to bovine
I hope every train dancer gets brain cancer
It's doctor death, motherf*cker, ever heard of me?
We rode the subway everyday it was absurd to see
Kids rapping and popping that yang, copying slang, truthly
You ain't from the Chi, why you saying "goofy"?
These cats tripping, they doofy, catch 'em slipping like a roofie
Hit up they boo, like "When you free?"
Dimwitted timid kids spitting lines that were just used like my unlimited
Gotta wait, so the brim on the fitted remains great
And that's how I feel watching these dudes have a field day
They got the crib kitted with flats, I'm still watching [?] on the TV that's nine months pregnant in the back
[?] playing the stations
Time is money I really put the "pay" in "patience"
Go find a vocation, I'm not buying your candy
Makes you think I wanna give donations, huh?
Nah, really, for what? So you can cop you a Dutch to put the piff in
Loud like Steve Rifkind
There's no hope, now you might not like him
But can't nobody say that this misanthrope isn't dope
Gone off of Henny and Claritin
Used to share beds, now I can rent out whole floors at the Sheraton
Been waiting for a song to share it in, far from a good samaritan
But you can find some merit in the words, you heard?
So say "What up?" when you see me on Union Square
Tried to be proper but my conscience got a [?]
Did our best to be adults
Attitude all negative like my STD results
Flow still smooth as pottery, son your broad's wack
And your DJ scratching off like the lottery
You on the train begging for loose change
Buy loose Hanes, bretheren, you need to get a lucky seven

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