The Foreigner - Billy Woods

Time waits for no man

He ain’t believe till his ace boon took the stand

Shook the D.A.

hand, that’s that honor amongst thieves

My enemy’s enemies are always well received

Served hors d’oeuvres, tricks up sleeves, the hoochie grins

But it ain’t no compromise, I’m Ho Chi Minh, ruthless, MC Ren

Small caliber, close range, General Nguyen

Feburary 1st, '68, the best laid plans of mice and men

Flip the coin, call it fate

Froze like a pipehead on a crack stem when bodines hit the Gate

Night Riders in Reconstruction, Gentrification, crackas got suction

Righteous Among The Nations

Hebrews bailed him out, co-d's hit the state pen

Staying with my ex-girl but we just friends

Got a nigga on a strict regimen

Blowing sour L’s in pissy stairwells

She caught me coming home from work like «oh hell

No, you gots to go»

Fair enough, but if so, we might as well fuck

Sleepless in Seattle, don’t make sense

Like two niggas cracking jokes, with no beat and wanna call it a battle

Takes all kinds I suppose

Think big, young Cecil Rhodes

You dig the flows?

come to the shows with your best dro

Unleaded diesel petrol

Facing a Parliament Of Rooks I got a Murder Of Crows

Slayed the broad that night, murder she wrote

In the swamp neck deep

Vigorish high, Jimmy the Greek

Eagles by three makes it a tie

Woe unto he who believe a word these Boers speak

Crammed into the OTB with the rest of the creeps

Fear reeks, by noon the Polacks is three sheets

Land sharks three deep for percentages

Compounded by the week

Eyes blank like plainclothes police

Tell em to pick they own cotton

This is professional football we don’t run the option

Barry Sanders, who gives a fuck if niggas blocking?

Top of the ki/key, white as John Stockton

We need this one to beat the spread

They keep guns to heat the lead

Beat the odds or eat your meds

The force of the blast tore him to shreds, CeeLo!

When them atoms crack, bet on black

Rain, radioactive hurricane

The abyss beckons, I’m bettin' the farm subsidy

Comfortably, talking big like they ain’t touching me

Sobered up, trying to skip town

Double dutch masters, full of brown, bamboozle

Stop by her job like it’s business as usual

But, um, can I hold something till payday?

«Can't do nothing for you man,» like Flava Flav

Got problems of my own

Outro Sample (from billy woods — Minimalism):

Known as the foreigner

Illegal alien rap