Arigato
(Is there something you could do?)
I know where I'm from, I got it from a textbook
A negro, the spiritual son, close to my sketchbook
We stepped off the ledge, held hands with our souls twice
The death so black you see the mamba, my snake bites
This game got played
The prophets got splits
Built the ashes up to space
Now look, the sun's face
It's gonna be a good day up under the elm tree
The crunch got a sweet tooth, snackin' the kid clean
For those still stunned, left the crumb, but my nose clean
My snow too pure and that's my heart when you speak mean
Baggin' up sweets
Unna ona un
Seven mil' for the treats
Now look, the sun speaks
But look, But look!
Arigato
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It's a stick up
Cartoon lunch dates the kids up
Your Timbuktu troops shoot, put your hands up (Freeze!)
They stole all our jewels, grab my sword, up and leave
So last week I shot a rapper but the manager fled
He grew strong, then he returned and demanded I leave
This rap game on a fidget duck you quackin' your beak (Arigato)
The crusade's boots, march in 360 degrees
The check's never really bigger if they pickin' at feet
My cheek dimples over grace and dark twitches deplete
The stove for the heat, and drama that's free
You get Rockabye'd, you the Balboa in me, sheesh
Arigato
♪
Badaboom, badabing
Just tryna sing
So let me spit it, my spiritual Indigenous
The naughtiest spittle with Aboriginals
The flow so original, this shits a fuckin' miracle
You the maquette but the flow is too immaculate
I'm still runnin' but the pigs ain't catchin' shit
Slug tippin' and dippin' your Caesar salad dip
And talkin' with the slang of a villain until I'm coughin' piss
Coughin' piss, and I'm munchin' up on a rapper's dish
Two gold chains and some playground raps dude
Six gold teeth with some sticker pack tattoos, yeah
What the birds see the villains do
These dudes play happy until I smack them with the pedestal
An ultimate decision was the bookie with the seven rebels
And dissect the intellect for what he made clever
The speech you delete will make you sing
Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling
Preachin' to my mistletoe
Long John Silvers and some crook' teeth
Grimy like the blackest Man dingoes
So when she's licking off the liquor on my lips
Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish
Smugglin' the sediments to ball from the rich
Speak about the ego when you end up in a ditch, snitch
Brownie foot smudge, mug
Handsome little fucker, on the stage I spit wack shit
And that's word to my mother
And my sisters and my brothers, brothers (Sup)
I don't know what to say
I'm going insane
Up in the membrane
I'm going insane
Yeah
Yo
Yeah
Yo
Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling
And I'm just just tryna sing
Yeah
Yo