The Prestige - Jean Grae, Quelle Chris

Word

What up

What up

Word

Word

What up

I stay in front of the system like LCD

We got connections through waves like LTE

Like LB’s brah, like Ice Cube, MAC 10 NWC

These Michigan J’s been jumpin' since legalize weed, no WB

Hamburglar steez might gobble your trees

Can’t be seated with rejects please toggle decease

diagonally

Pissed off like hitting the seat

I’ve been waiting for a minute like missing a G

Why you listen to them all them niggas listen to me

We got muscle in every hustle Coco and Ice T

When I’m busting my strut don’t rush it Jojo and KC

Ain’t no killing my high, ain’t no flow in the feet, I’m fly

Take 5 come home with some heat

They looking like rappers to you they like clones to me, asleep

This party is bullshit

This money is bullshit

These labels is bullshit

These songs is all bullshit

I got a couple- and a couple and a

And I’m about to get lit, fuck you bitch

I got a couple- and a couple and a

And I’m about to get rich, fuck you bitch

Range 8 octaves, pterodact' wingspan

Beauty that’s buried a berry a very the inn man

A tin can opener with my incisors

I’m sharper than diamonds

With you conjuror, ultra-violent, so confident

Ultraviolet lens and doing cross fit in a Gowanus warehouse

Trainin' for the apocalypse

Man, I’m not to be played with at all

Even on Adderall y’all still so slow

Come at me bro

But now with your keyboard, in person

Can’t afford to nurse, you’re social awkward, this a nurser

So shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up

And when you’re done

Shut the fuck up, and shut the fuck up

In cursive

Merciless, simultaneous humanitarian

Syllables, syllables, 90's rap actual act

I’m Perseus, I’m fighting Calibos up in a stadium

Til there’s just one of us, see what I lift

Those are hunt and attack

Bitch I’m

Model, 3 bottles I’ve got o negro

One I don’t gotta live

I’m from the New York days monolith

Pop in trains, gold chains, and a brass grip

Got cocktails,, a dollar slice

God damn, the 2 sky lines, I’m from Priceless

You’re a one slice toaster, useless

You’re a one night coaster, a lost loose clip

Jean’s Bob Ross spruce trees, pond trees, vermillion

Cerulean, bajillion, the power ball jackpot

I’m prisms of colors, how y’all that not narrow

Minded, blinded, less a team member, arrow

I avenge nothing, kill on sight

Hold it down in place with blades at a pillow fight

With my zillow lawn and Uber into your hood

Exuberant as fuck, livin' my life as I should

You dunce, you want this

But he flick with Grae dialogue

This really well paced and I don’t mean the damn ride along

Viacom, walkin' through a firearms

No actual firearms

Just my fuckin' mind is on

Pop up ads for revolution sites you on

And when you click 'em every X sets off a different fire alarm

Air raid sirens, your time is gone

Me and mine about to climb

Why you cryin', whats wrong?

This party is bullshit

This money is bullshit

These labels is bullshit

These songs is all bullshit

I got a couple- and a couple and a

And I’m about to get lit, fuck you bitch

I got a couple- and a couple and a

And I’m about to get rich, fuck you bitch

Fuck you bitch

Fuck, you fucking killing me

Quelle, come on man

You fucking bullshit

So, what it was, was like

We literally, you know

We had to like

Eat fucking garbage basically

The whole time, the whole fucking time Q

Okay, so and then

My mom walks in, moms is always

You remember

She was in there, you know, the one spot with the

The blue- they had the uniforms, you know?

The stupid fucking uniforms, i don’t know