[Verse 1]
Sharpened bake with sorrow
We don’t complicate the morrow
When n*ggas do rotten tings for power
’97, hop out the Eddie Bauer
On Severum port, the cayenne and the shower
You drive by, we walk up for the challah
What’s the pan-fried caught without the chalice
’86, the hollandaise sauce way in your pilots
Only cream slime talk about his dollars (shoplift)
Brand new bananas through the chopper
Act brand new, Paramus to Potamkin (rob them)
Parabolic amperes in the closet
For these n*ggas tryna dampen while I drought it (rat p*ss)
Ran into this heiress in Long Island
I ain’t try to meet her parents, but I hollered “I got this”
You know what I’m sayin?
We don’t got no time for you n*ggas with no vision
[Bob Marley speaks]
[Verse 2]
Slime dollas, slinging that rock like King David
I’m working for the 5-0 why you rocking with the haters
Save it, I don’t wanna hear it if you say it
Spray it cause I hollered at the spirit and they waiting
Justice, my body is a temple when I’m living
So if you put the shotty to my temple then I’m wit' him
Science, your ancestors might’ve called it magic
But I ain’t with the minus, put a tire on the classic
Flasks get changed, air gets low
So I pump a little air in the spare and get ghost
For a piece of bread alone a man is lowered
A baby is as altered by the way that he grow, you scared to show us
You a lady, so why I never seen you with a lord?
You a god, yo, but I don’t never see you with the poor, what’s up?
[Bob Marley speaks]