(Yo she said she down to smoke)
(She said she down to smoke I got a pound to blow)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
Pound for pound they say I'm the best round here
No cap or gown to throw
Didn't graduate cum laude from Cooley High to know
Got hard knocks, hard ways
I'm trying to adios
God got me, hot boxing by the old Calliope
My moxie means via proxy
Still catch the alley-oop
She foxy, tell her bring her baddies out
We tally hoes en route to be a Manigault
I ain't the man to joce
We ain't got no nationality but still flagging though
Down black streets went no diggity down the rabbit hole
I only trust half what I see, not what I imagine though
Still carry cash
Y'all cashappin' these random hoes
Can it be oh so simple, mostly vanity though
Since they can't scan the mechanics they try to cram the notes
Time being to my advantage
Took a sabbatical
All to redeem why it matters and make it manifold
Bullshit matador by the horns
Push or pull
My tool kit had to build a catapult
Had I known nothing was foolproof
I'd had 'em pour my glass half full
And take my shot cannonball
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
You know, yeah
(She said she down to smoke)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
(She said she down to smoke)
(Round for round)
I got a pound to blow
You know
She said she down to smoke
(Who that now? Yo, yo, I seen him. I see you, nigga, I seen him.)
(Oh, word. Yo. Peekabooboo)
Seen a white rapper in cosplay
This cosign era keep pretenders from harm's way
Palms meet to pray
See what the psalms say
It ain't sittin' right
It make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
My gigabyte size ignorant but digit wise
It's more here than finger food
We splitting pies
Ever since cash crops legitimized
Plot thickened to land plots
You need FAFSA to see the GZA live
What degree is that?
How many kis to be exact
You say you're signed, sealed
But ain't delivered right
I'm trying to stop the violence
But y'all want a pop culture
Who gon' stop vultures in the picking fights
What the Dickens, this General Tso's chicken edition
I'm dishing out licks like Ms. Simmons
She said her kitchen closed at night
Why was pots missing
It might have gotten used in crimes I won't mention
Elevator action, I'm yellin' "corners"
We swing in all directions before the sixth floor comes
Your roots never grew through concrete to get civilized
It make me miss them
Old Fulton Ave Israelites
Been was guinea pigs for holograms, bar codes
To doing time for tweeting your last known crossroads
I'm not in line for CLEAR my retina ain't digitized
It make me miss them yo
It make me miss 'em, man
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton
It make me miss them
It make, yo, yo
Read Numbers 24, verse 17
"I shall see him, but not now
I shall behold him, but not nigh
There shall come a star out of Jacob
And a scepter shall rise out of Israel
And shall smite the corners of Moab
And destroy all the children of Sheth
And Edom shall be a possession
Seir also shall be a possession for his enemies
And Israel shall do valiantly"
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
Cavalier - Manigaults / I Miss Them Lyrics
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(Yo she said she down to smoke)
(She said she down to smoke I got a pound to blow)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
Pound for pound they say I'm the best round here
No cap or gown to throw
Didn't graduate cum laude from Cooley High to know
Got hard knocks, hard ways
I'm trying to adios
God got me, hot boxing by the old Calliope
My moxie means via proxy
Still catch the alley-oop
She foxy, tell her bring her baddies out
We tally hoes en route to be a Manigault
I ain't the man to joce
We ain't got no nationality but still flagging though
Down black streets went no diggity down the rabbit hole
I only trust half what I see, not what I imagine though
Still carry cash
Y'all cashappin' these random hoes
Can it be oh so simple, mostly vanity though
Since they can't scan the mechanics they try to cram the notes
Time being to my advantage
Took a sabbatical
All to redeem why it matters and make it manifold
Bullshit matador by the horns
Push or pull
My tool kit had to build a catapult
Had I known nothing was foolproof
I'd had 'em pour my glass half full
And take my shot cannonball
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
You know, yeah
(She said she down to smoke)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
(She said she down to smoke)
(Round for round)
I got a pound to blow
You know
She said she down to smoke
(Who that now? Yo, yo, I seen him. I see you, nigga, I seen him.)
(Oh, word. Yo. Peekabooboo)
Seen a white rapper in cosplay
This cosign era keep pretenders from harm's way
Palms meet to pray
See what the psalms say
It ain't sittin' right
It make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
My gigabyte size ignorant but digit wise
It's more here than finger food
We splitting pies
Ever since cash crops legitimized
Plot thickened to land plots
You need FAFSA to see the GZA live
What degree is that?
How many kis to be exact
You say you're signed, sealed
But ain't delivered right
I'm trying to stop the violence
But y'all want a pop culture
Who gon' stop vultures in the picking fights
What the Dickens, this General Tso's chicken edition
I'm dishing out licks like Ms. Simmons
She said her kitchen closed at night
Why was pots missing
It might have gotten used in crimes I won't mention
Elevator action, I'm yellin' "corners"
We swing in all directions before the sixth floor comes
Your roots never grew through concrete to get civilized
It make me miss them
Old Fulton Ave Israelites
Been was guinea pigs for holograms, bar codes
To doing time for tweeting your last known crossroads
I'm not in line for CLEAR my retina ain't digitized
It make me miss them yo
It make me miss 'em, man
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton
It make me miss them
It make, yo, yo
Read Numbers 24, verse 17
"I shall see him, but not now
I shall behold him, but not nigh
There shall come a star out of Jacob
And a scepter shall rise out of Israel
And shall smite the corners of Moab
And destroy all the children of Sheth
And Edom shall be a possession
Seir also shall be a possession for his enemies
And Israel shall do valiantly"
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
(She said she down to smoke I got a pound to blow)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
Pound for pound they say I'm the best round here
No cap or gown to throw
Didn't graduate cum laude from Cooley High to know
Got hard knocks, hard ways
I'm trying to adios
God got me, hot boxing by the old Calliope
My moxie means via proxy
Still catch the alley-oop
She foxy, tell her bring her baddies out
We tally hoes en route to be a Manigault
I ain't the man to joce
We ain't got no nationality but still flagging though
Down black streets went no diggity down the rabbit hole
I only trust half what I see, not what I imagine though
Still carry cash
Y'all cashappin' these random hoes
Can it be oh so simple, mostly vanity though
Since they can't scan the mechanics they try to cram the notes
Time being to my advantage
Took a sabbatical
All to redeem why it matters and make it manifold
Bullshit matador by the horns
Push or pull
My tool kit had to build a catapult
Had I known nothing was foolproof
I'd had 'em pour my glass half full
And take my shot cannonball
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
You know, yeah
(She said she down to smoke)
She said she down to smoke
I got a pound to blow
(She said she down to smoke)
(Round for round)
I got a pound to blow
You know
She said she down to smoke
(Who that now? Yo, yo, I seen him. I see you, nigga, I seen him.)
(Oh, word. Yo. Peekabooboo)
Seen a white rapper in cosplay
This cosign era keep pretenders from harm's way
Palms meet to pray
See what the psalms say
It ain't sittin' right
It make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
My gigabyte size ignorant but digit wise
It's more here than finger food
We splitting pies
Ever since cash crops legitimized
Plot thickened to land plots
You need FAFSA to see the GZA live
What degree is that?
How many kis to be exact
You say you're signed, sealed
But ain't delivered right
I'm trying to stop the violence
But y'all want a pop culture
Who gon' stop vultures in the picking fights
What the Dickens, this General Tso's chicken edition
I'm dishing out licks like Ms. Simmons
She said her kitchen closed at night
Why was pots missing
It might have gotten used in crimes I won't mention
Elevator action, I'm yellin' "corners"
We swing in all directions before the sixth floor comes
Your roots never grew through concrete to get civilized
It make me miss them
Old Fulton Ave Israelites
Been was guinea pigs for holograms, bar codes
To doing time for tweeting your last known crossroads
I'm not in line for CLEAR my retina ain't digitized
It make me miss them yo
It make me miss 'em, man
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton
It make me miss them
It make, yo, yo
Read Numbers 24, verse 17
"I shall see him, but not now
I shall behold him, but not nigh
There shall come a star out of Jacob
And a scepter shall rise out of Israel
And shall smite the corners of Moab
And destroy all the children of Sheth
And Edom shall be a possession
Seir also shall be a possession for his enemies
And Israel shall do valiantly"
Yo, it make me miss them old Fulton Ave Israelites