[Intro: Heems]

All tan everything, shout out to tanlines

All tan khaki king, last white mogul

All you see is rupees when you Google

Rubies in his doodoo

Emeralds in his turban

Nervous, swervin' in the Suburban in Durban

All tan mans, they tangent to Tanzania

With a Mia Farrow looking sparrow to help me re-up

[Verse 1: kechPhrase]

Yo, when the microphone is on

Feeling like Corleone or a Young Al Capone

Word is born, instant relief like cortisone shots

I'm hot, like when I pass that dutch

You cats can't touch

I dance up on tracks you strut like what

What you really tryna prove?

Kech on the grove rock steady like the crew but I'm new

And if you tryna jack my style I'm versatile

Leave you up in Exile like that homeboy Blu

Chosen few, fuse on the track like glue

I've got, a remedy for all you enemies

I see, you tryna creep on the scene like centipedes but

Ayo, I spray lines and exterminate ya

These impersonators, got my flow down, so down so verbatim

So I change it up, lyrical Picasso from Chicago

Painting pictures everyday, que paso

Como estas yo esta en la casa

Hago la raza, you ain't en mi clasa

And I make good music like Sa-Ra

It's kechPhrase on the track no escape now

Ch-Chick blowww, move from the gate now

I'm telling every single emcee to stay down

Hilary Duff sounding cats saying Hey Now!

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]

Dum shiny sweet exercise, electric slide

Choreographical, spectatical

Spectacle, hectical, African aspects

Trans Atlantic affects

Foreign accents, assonance

Appreciate how my supreme alphabet appreciate

Heh, like they say wine do

I fucks with this record you should play mine too

Kool A.D., toasting off promotional clips

Beautiful like the sky and the ocean and shit

Roller coasting in whips, Hunter's Point Alameda West Oakland and shit

Subtractive schooling

Brain drain, brang dang dang dang

Game so hang mayne, brain go bang bang

Yeah, anything tho thang thang

Yeah, anything tho thang thang tho thang thang

[Verse 3: Big Baby Gandhi]

Baby, feel me? Fuckin' Gandhi

Redman, Method Man

Wu-Tang Clan, Duran Duran

Jackie Chan, you don't want no trouble

Lupe Fiasco but I'm not an asshole

Ayo look mom, they gonna give me grammy

The immigrant father, I get it from my family

Michael Jordan, I took shots in space

Michael Jackson, I lost my face

A Muslim man, got cops in my place

Even though I'm Rick Ross no rocks in my case

Paul Bunyan got the ox by the waist

Tell the guap by the taste

Ali, yeah I'm the greatest

R. Kelly, I'm the world's greatest

Gandhi got love for my neighbors

Big Baby I'm ghost like vapors

[Verse 4: Epic of BBU]

Speak now or forever hold your Jesus piece

When heathens speak peace while preachers preach them propaganda

Life without standards is not what we after

Children not of rapture who roll blunts faster

Than we can read a chapter, often chose the latter

Whiskey on the brain putting water on the platter

? and food stamps can make a perfect platter

So working 9 to 5 tomorrow really doesn't matter

Pimp the system stupid, black and born to use it

Ain't scared of death so I'm barely tryna prove it

Emotions sound like Basement Jaxx, I bleed Etta James

Whitney taught me about fame not cocaine

Death by ? train, wrote this for Soul Train

That'll hold you down in heaven and take it as home mayne

Rest in peace, the world is a piece of shit

I know, cause I'm a piece of it but I can't find no peace in it

So I treat it like a lease and dip

With two chains on while I'm riding round getting it

Get it? Cause I'm riding round getting it

Ahaaaahhhh, yeah