Rooftop

(Heems)

Das Racist is an end to mindwash religion

Nowhere politics, bogus philosophies

Probably possibly a mockery of monarchy

I'm complex like corno zooopoly quantities

Rooftop, like we bringin' '88 back

White girls, Big Wheels, fortunes, Sajak

Mixtapes, many tapes, Mel Gibson "Payback"

Laid back, stay crack, eat those, stay fat

Engine, engine number nine

I'm on that New York transit line

I'm ill, everything I touch is a grill

With diamonds that's chill, for real, I'm I'll

I'm wack, like "You, Me and Dupree"

I'm ill like buy one get one free

I'm wack, like nobody wanna touch me

I'm ill like making jokes and burning Dutchies

I'm cliche, I feel as high as a rooftop

Contradict myself in raps like 2Pac

I ride gnarly till I'm Farley that's dearly departed

And the party don't start till I'm gettin' it started

When the party get started, then I'll get with ya darlin

I'm givin (?) warnin' then I get from you darlin'

Before the next morning, I won't give her no warnin'

I'm listening to warnin', I'm out the door stormin'

Maybe towards like a rooftop or a barbecue or somethin'

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(Despot)

Meet the man of your dreams about dyin'

Came up in the land of the free if y'all buyin'

When he ain't cheatin' or stealin' it's all lyin'

On the 108th Street in Queens you might find 'em

Wildin', out for the night, dusk and daytime

Where the fuck you find the guff to even say rhymes

Get yourself stuffed by three browns and a beige guy

Hold down the fort and raise the roof at the same time

Das Racist, goodness gracious

Great balls or 8 Balls smooshed in faces

Great balls for cake, ya'll hood ridge famous

Lifestyles is type wild, ditch the Cajuns

All the rage, kid, save your dollars

Cop that for moms, dads, nanas, papas

Top hats and big wigs powdered proper

So on the money he's a founding father

Dodger, conniver, preach to choirs

Lied when he said his pants was on fire

Ants in his pants, you're uncle's none wiser

Escape with a string and a toothpick, MacGyver

Fuck what them dumb youngster crews pop

Who hot? Who got they shoes stepped on on whose block?

No one ever heard of 'em yet like they some cool cops

When that shit drop it hit like it fell from a

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(Kool A.D.)

Heh, third verse, similar to the first two

Beat sounds hard like somebody finna hurt you, right?

Hey kids, you like Don Imus? Das Racist

Under your eyelids, phosphenes

A (?) clean bizarro nasty

See me like it's fuckin' up your eyes, blepharoplasty

Wikipedia that, if you didn't know

We are able media cats, think we clever though

Are we? You may never know

Speedy Gonzalez couldn't see how quick the cheddar go

Smartest dumb guys in the room

Run guys is the mulatto Jeff Koons

Like taco the best balloons

That's breasts, you goons

Imma festoon the room

Like Daniel Day-Lewis

They couldn't even hold a candle if they Buddhist

(get that? hahahahahaha)

Yeah, we eatin' our major soup

You a slave to a bleep in the beat loop

Play it in your Jeep coupe, hoopty you beat root juice

Power hippie van, never really need to ask candy if he can

He like a Spicky man

Master of the universe, nobody could do no worse

Than I do-do

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