"Phil Drummond" lyrics
(feat. Conway the Machine)
What y'all think goin'?
One-two, one-two
Y'all listenin' to the sounds of the once divided, reunited
Don't hold back, don't try to fight it
If you got a cheeba joint, don't you dare light it
It's like if you know, you know
The people who would know, the people who listen will listen
They're therapeutic, you know
The people who it's meant for, they're gonna receive it and (Uh, yo)
It's gonna get them through whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?
They stick, we move
Anybody coming in too hot, then we quickly cool
Off, the world is small like melodies from a Disney tune
Baby demon sneaking sugar in a Rice Krispie spoon
Before I had the juice, cut my tooth in an empty room
Garment fabrics made from Gabardine with a vest and suit
They threw me in the danger zone, I just aim for the chest and shoot
Missiles out of rocket launchers explode, now the case is closed
Sturdy dancing off the crime scene when no face exposed
Zip tying Glad bags, your trash get the waste exposed
Modern Beethoven, every note on the page composed
By the man with no facial features known as Anonymous
Dropping pennies down in the wishing well but the pit is bottomless
Wasn't boarded and born in orphanage, my style is fatherless
Couture cut from the top down to the bottom stitch
I got the sauce like bread that Parmigiano sticks
Youngins rockin' Sergio Tacchini suits with Lotto kicks
Before a feast I say "bon appétit"
Take a fork and slash the meat, flower petals get thrown at the feet
The bricks wrapped in plastic is forty racks a piece (Uh-huh)
Bro got tears tatted to his cheek, ready to spaz and whack half the street (Brrr)
Out in Paris, not just for Fashion Week
On a rooftop with Clovers drinking natural wine, this shit taste magnifique
Ocean view property, Manhattan Beach
You see the status I'm reaching
I barely scratched the surface of my rapping peak (I did, I did)
Drumwork Ministries, let the pastor speak (Talk to 'em)
Took 'em to church, yeah, I had to preach (Can't look back)
Every sentence in my lecture is intricate architecture
Looked adversity in the eyes and I made diamonds out of pressure
Stomp a bone out you, take a piece with me, I'm a collector (Ah)
It's a money heist, I walked in that label like The Professor
Impossible, did a few times — I did, yes, I did
And I walked on water — if I did, burn a bridge (Hahahaha)
Look, ain't no other rapper who lived what I did
Bitch, I'm Notorious B.I.G. with a cig'
I brought it home to the crib
("Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib")
Brought it home to the crib
(You go to that other, sixth sense?)
Thing is, I did it a bunch of times, I didn't break through the first couple times
Remember, I told you, I had this one image that I'll never forget (Of?)
A Roman soldier that was doing archery
Like a Roman soldier, like the masked one with the helmet, just doing archery (Right)
And his legs were wheels, he just kept spinning like that (Wow)
One-two, one-two
Y'all listenin' to the sounds of the once divided, reunited
Don't hold back, don't try to fight it
If you got a cheeba joint, don't you dare light it
It's like if you know, you know
The people who would know, the people who listen will listen
They're therapeutic, you know
The people who it's meant for, they're gonna receive it and (Uh, yo)
It's gonna get them through whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?
They stick, we move
Anybody coming in too hot, then we quickly cool
Off, the world is small like melodies from a Disney tune
Baby demon sneaking sugar in a Rice Krispie spoon
Before I had the juice, cut my tooth in an empty room
Garment fabrics made from Gabardine with a vest and suit
They threw me in the danger zone, I just aim for the chest and shoot
Missiles out of rocket launchers explode, now the case is closed
Sturdy dancing off the crime scene when no face exposed
Zip tying Glad bags, your trash get the waste exposed
Modern Beethoven, every note on the page composed
By the man with no facial features known as Anonymous
Dropping pennies down in the wishing well but the pit is bottomless
Wasn't boarded and born in orphanage, my style is fatherless
Couture cut from the top down to the bottom stitch
I got the sauce like bread that Parmigiano sticks
Youngins rockin' Sergio Tacchini suits with Lotto kicks
Before a feast I say "bon appétit"
Take a fork and slash the meat, flower petals get thrown at the feet
The bricks wrapped in plastic is forty racks a piece (Uh-huh)
Bro got tears tatted to his cheek, ready to spaz and whack half the street (Brrr)
Out in Paris, not just for Fashion Week
On a rooftop with Clovers drinking natural wine, this shit taste magnifique
Ocean view property, Manhattan Beach
You see the status I'm reaching
I barely scratched the surface of my rapping peak (I did, I did)
Drumwork Ministries, let the pastor speak (Talk to 'em)
Took 'em to church, yeah, I had to preach (Can't look back)
Every sentence in my lecture is intricate architecture
Looked adversity in the eyes and I made diamonds out of pressure
Stomp a bone out you, take a piece with me, I'm a collector (Ah)
It's a money heist, I walked in that label like The Professor
Impossible, did a few times — I did, yes, I did
And I walked on water — if I did, burn a bridge (Hahahaha)
Look, ain't no other rapper who lived what I did
Bitch, I'm Notorious B.I.G. with a cig'
I brought it home to the crib
("Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib")
Brought it home to the crib
(You go to that other, sixth sense?)
Thing is, I did it a bunch of times, I didn't break through the first couple times
Remember, I told you, I had this one image that I'll never forget (Of?)
A Roman soldier that was doing archery
Like a Roman soldier, like the masked one with the helmet, just doing archery (Right)
And his legs were wheels, he just kept spinning like that (Wow)
