Manigaults / I Miss Them

(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