[Verse 1: Black Thought]

I'm not sparing the rod

Not as long as I'm still inhaling air and alive

But listen, I barely arrived the fear of the God was awkward

People visibly aware of the vibe

They tell you, "Hush, be on your best behavior tonight

You better stay prayed up, pay your savior tonight"

For me, it's just another day in the life

In the darkness, I used to be afraid of the light

I'm the night breed that know at any moment I might need

The light speed that'll make a hoe in a fight bleed

They say the root of all evil is light green

Make many a wife leave pursuing thе white dream, huh

I met a fеw on the last train from nowhere

The reason I reside in the fast lane is to go there

The Roots crew flew to the moon and did a show there

My coat made of camel, the slacks is made of mohair

My calmness comes from knowing everything is harmless

The best mescal cinnamon is for the oranges, I dressed just now

I guess I'm sipping to the saga, the king Musa Keita your father

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]

They not seeing me, the Yodfather facts so why bother

These slow cats need to go back, try harder

On no sleep, fucking with me, you die martyrs

Y-O-D is prime prodigy, they fire starters

Got the world open off my aura

And all the real pros know the flow is like water

Never sold keys, them guys ballers

When they tied the score up

Only time they was O-T with five quarters (What?)

Never wanted fame, I came to dissolve this

Conspiracy theory and clear me of the false charges (What else?)

Rescue your ears from that hot garbage

Everything I spit is shine, I'ma get mine regardless

Made history without reporters

It's like that adage, if a classic drops in a forest

Heard somebody say Droog is not a complete artist

You better off trusting a man with three barbers (Oof)

Than why your favorite dudes answering to me?

Got 'em taking Ques like they trying to transfer to the P

This bugged, everybody's a thug? No fucking way

(I said) Three point turns only time they busting Ks

Heads ducking strays, I'm going for the kill

Give a damn who got next, I was fresh before the deal

Wrapped and sealed, my order's fulfilled

Way I see it, I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine mill short of a bill