[Verse 1: Boots Riley]

He said I'm sacrilegious

Stack the digits, just facts and figures

Throw back some liquor, attack the liver

But gats are quicker

On his deathbed, the old man spat and he quivered

My raps are littered with the messages that I wish he delivered

Various versions of "Don't stop, get it get it"

Whoo,

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made my drink a molotov

Call it crunk or call it off

Swing it like a tomahawk

Sucking on a car exhaust

Come on mijo, vamanos

Turf dancing, all the bosses 'round the world are falling off

We could shoot a satellite, we learn how to battle right

The old man thought, with his gaze of steel

The places we are bound to ride out there where the stars collide

My eyes are heavy, now grab the wheel

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]

Yeah, Kool A.D., Boots Riley, Amaze 88

Trackademicks on the side of me, and Lauren too, where you at?

Sorry if I'm boring you

I wish this group of people would mean more to you

They mean a fair amount to me

It's a family affair, you can sorta see

It's sorta true

Shout to Sly Stone and Lonnie Huey

Tijuana Brass and whoever Amaze 88 chose to sample

Shout to Tom Santo, Anita Katel, Acapulco

Shout to Elaine and Annette Gay

Yes please, test me, Young S.A.T

Bethlehem Steel, the kid real enough

Fuck it, what you want from me?

I do me, Kool A.D. [Woolly Bully?]

Louie Louie, I gotta go

Shout to Yazzie and the whole damn Navajo nation

Jill Gibbons used to stay playing chess and drive around with the pot and on acid

I flash back and forwards, I don't need no more words, I do me groovy

Heh, you feel me? Sit back, cold beverage, writing Leverage