[Verse: Guilty Simpson]

Carnivorous slang, I feast on flesh

Orangutan, banana clips, beat on chest

Dirtier than Ms. Lewinsky's skeet on dress

I'm beyond blessed, heater in the seat armrest

Defeat your leader, we the best

See the rest is just clones, hip-hop drones

Singing the same old song

Fuck with this, you can't go wrong

By these standards, I can't even put a Kangol on

My ego's big, I'm crazy, I could do Cee Lo's gigs

Kush homeboy, zero mids

Who gives a fuck who your hero is

I give that nigga a nice view of himself where he can see both lids

Bar for bar, I'm on par to spar cigars

Whole preserves coming straight from jars

You get drug like CVS

You got no buzz out of state, Metro PCS

[Chorus: Black Milk]

Put it down

Coming with the... brand new sound

Put, put it down

Coming with the... brand, brand new sound

Put it down

Coming with the... brand new sound

Never back down