"I'm sittin infront of the white house, looking over across the street, but i don't see the black house, thats where it outta be because you can't have a white house if you don't have a black house, in fact you can't have anything unless you have a comparison, you can't have a good government unless you got an evil government, you can't have righteousness unless you got the wicked with it, you can't have anything without its parallel and its opposite."

Verse 1 (Gri$walt):

Im so god damn elegant

Flying through the forest, searching for the fellowship

This some mellow shit

Shootin' on you menaces, everybody wanna wear my shoes, they got some fetishes

Guess my bars ain't' for the hell of it

Rose in a concrete, praised since birth, Marys my mother

Soldiers for brothers we changed the earth

Greatest show off turf, from the Netherlands

High as hell ill never never land, moon walkin' with mike bumping some dirty diane

I'm a fan, I'm a fan, yes i am, sam i am,

I'm a fan yes yes i am

Turn up these jams tunes tuned to a nice pitch

Pitching sex to ya bytch she love me I'm the nicest

And I'm a fan of myself to i can't lie

Women lie, men lie

Got me hangin' down, lookin' for some upside

Whats the rush? why? settle for a slice when i can take the whole pie?

Life...

Based off the genesis

Never make a settlement

Always on the move, I'll never let them get ahead of it

Embezzle all these sedatives, cuz as of late all these pussies lookin' real repetitive

So tell ya relatives we relative, go tell a friend to tell a friend to tell em all we relevant

Hows it feel to taste my excrement?

Flow so devilish, the devil thinks its excellent

Verse 2 (kacpa):

To live in a centipede covered in cellophane, under infu ketamine

This infinitely macadamy, slab is latteraly placed, slalom slope

Carvin' tool: the tongue

Pool gushy corpse, toast

Bring the, the butter churned by the people, they equal, they evil, we lovable people

Cut ya neck if you think god made you more divine then me

These bloody army boots on the ground to the left of me

On a plane writing down, under influence of lean, everything we seem to see

Boeing interior, handing out the alco imperial, audience nonstop applausin'

Im nonstop pausin, all these paws pawin'

Pawns what i see there, stare through the cracks, flaps, and vines intertwined

Lys goddess queen, ahh the ideology, yada yada yada

Bleed wine for the dining, dope dick causin' wining

The hokus focus switch to hostess, lead me down a leafy path, leave the past behind

Oh how glorious, the parallels adding shelves, books hooked on the readers

These word feeder leaders, speaking and shutting down the white house for the day, for the day, for the day

Hide under ya desks, this evil government has met its fuckin match