[Intro] Pharaoh, pharaoh? Pharaoh [Verse 1] Dollar mission, Mississippi masala getting Guava Casaba melons, getting a spot at competition Titties and teeth, so silly of me, no really, it's free Aye you can use the phone like a new computer wand That's an Ethernet pun, cause dial-up's done When it took twenty minutes just to download one Aye, you got a fine face, also a dime in your behind Please can I find some time space to find base Kinds of rhymes to describe how you're designed great And maybe remove the mind free Like it's overhead creams at the train yard That Tom Cruise used in the War of the World's Before the aliens came part Remember that, I'm not a fan of the sci-fi Like dial-up's not a fan of the wi-fi I'm in your eyes like little reflective little pools of tie-dye And it's 1972 and I'm some long-haired high guy Driving a Volkswagen Beetle off into the California twilight I usually got top cause I'm a guy right But if you're gay that's straight too Hey, I don't hate, I got a couple of friends who went bi twice Did that arrive right? Do you like whole stories or just the highlights Cause I like to write your life story on the sky Made of Lite Brights, remember those? 10 years old, let me get your age You were a ten, ten years ago Am I right, who you calling? Maybe New Orleans Where your Mother lives with your brothers kids Because he locked up cause Of what some other motherfucker did Love to fib but the Fibonacci sequence Do you flicker like Liberace sequence Or maybe twinkle like little stars And tingle like little scars I run a wrinkle with you like a car hood And we crash test and b-box while we re-rocks Saw William's slam set Then wrap like saran over the pan Keep the yams fresh, sweet Five different songs, over five different beats And this one's called Valley I wrote it on the plane in the chair by the galley On the way to Cali, chicken in the salad Sounds like a ballad You loyal, so I'm Khaled Buy your momma a palace, scratch that Buy your momma what matters Data says dollars hotter than tuna feathers Burning hole in the pockets And in the wallets of all the rappers Trappers attracting all the yellowboning Instagrammers But what about us? [Verse 2] It burns inside like lactic acid Exorcise demons, turn them into gods Turning in the rods for the bags of the catfish I don't believe that god is a black man Spoiled child getting robbed for his black vans Mars and other stars in the CAT scans Back when I listened to Killer Priest Hand my mind sicker and bigger than Philip Heaps Walking around in kunis with sunnis with thicker beads Remembering the movies my duty was killing beats Social villain I'm willing to live in peace I told you children I'm willing to live in beast Streets, this is where Helen and Ellen meet So you can get lost like Gilligan on the beach The players getting mad they not kicking it with the freaks Cause they took away they pussy and giving it to the geeks Like us, paradigm shifter, South Carolina nine shrine grime giver But not enough dimes to be a prime lin tipper The difference between "nigga", and "nigger" Uh, Bernie Sanders need a Nike deal Then I might consider that, he might be real If Phil Knight, knight him then I might like him Until then children, enjoy the white icing on the cake Cake, cake, cake, cake On the cake, cake, cake, cake On the cake, cake, cake, cake On the cake, cake, cake, cake Yeah, yeah, pharaoh, higher, yeah [Verse 3] What you need a little more? Okay, I'll give you a little more, a little more Freestyle off the top, sitting on the stool on the block Watching for the cops watching for the thots and watching for the shots I'm watching for a lot, I gotta use my eyes cause they use me Cause to them I'm like a price, I say surprises And they don't deprive them, I just demises And nothing ever lies yes, on my premises Watched for my demises Maybe might like them, until then just enjoy the white icing on the cake Cake, cake, cake, cake The cake, cake, cake, cake The cake, cake, cake, cake The cake, cake, cake, cake Ameri- the cake, cake, cake, cake The cake, cake, cake, cake Ameri- the cake, cake, cake, cake The cake, cake, cake, cake Ameri- the cake, cake, cake, cake
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