[ Featuring Low Standards ]
(Yeah)
We really back man, it's crazy (crazy)
Piping hot cup of that black tea
While parasailing over the Black Sea
To put it frankly it's just that none of them can match me
New classics balled up and lying in the backseat
And any instrumental get tag teamed
Three year hiatus and we back up
A stairway to heaven gets stacked up
A pressed linen shirt and a black tux
With a brand new bag I can add up
And no other duo can match up
I build an empire up and then I tally the proceeds
On the same scale that Anubis tallies my soul's deeds
Like Eder Militão you get a feeling in both knees
My presence much more than just low key
I started off off of jay z hooks and soul samples
Practice on and off of the court, worked on my handles
Hours on the three point line to get an angle
Then I stepped into the game and broke ankles
It's him again
Combatting the tyranny of evil men
Field of vision opens up to how the universe could end
Red and white
Split styles like a prism splits the light
Untold ambition upon a mic
The shepherd chose to roam as a misfit
Forever remiss with
A soft spoken tone and a big stick
The spirit's been lifted (Yeah)
Yeah
Oxymoronic, like bad day and Holy Hell
My pics iconic, cause for me to show, I gotta tell
Me and bro, a combo, a hammer and a nail
He's Mario and I'm the one who's dishing out the Ls
Lollipops on my countertops
Me, Frank, Khumo in the whip getting turnt
We drive around a lot
I see myself as a type of King Arthur
Got a pen for a sword, the underground is my Camelot
I've been to Babylon
Jeremiah, two-nine, 11 I was hanging on
Verses nine and 10 got to link and make that MSN
Message sent
Guess again
Just because I show respect and dap you, doesn't make us friends
We've been deployed to the void
Like we're Jung and Freud
Drop philosophies and psychologies they can't avoid
In the image of the Tolstoys and Fyodors
A couple artists, clever way to say we're unemployed
I like to think about thoughts about reality
The body and the soul - contemplate duality
Look at the stars and seek the origins of Galaxies
Heavenly bodies show me spiritual anatomies
Embrace absurdity
Reject modernity
Cause what we do in life echoes in eternity
So may I be alive on the day that death calls
O, Lord, stamp eternity on eyeballs
