The Imperial Lyrics - Black Thought

Yo it's the rap Scott Disick 

Come through the fuckin' block with some hot lizards 

Blowin' loud in the blizzard 

Put 6 digits on the Wizards, shit, just don't tell my misses 

Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove 

Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub 

Floor to the closet 

Real sex on the Panasonic 

I'm gettin' head in the pool, bitch 

Bitch, I'm just better than you 

Yeah, around the world like 4 times 

All because a mothafucka spit raw rhymes 

Yeah, more lines, more lines 

Shit, feed 'em more lines and more lines 

I won't dumb it down for morons 

It's like shootin' big game with a small 9 

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Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles 

Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils 

The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are 

You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels 

I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vials of crack 

Every syllable and vowel is a fact, I throw stacks 

The chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime 

She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is back, she solid 

The Desert Eagle here to better the people 

Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal 

I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe 

That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle 

You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe 

I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro 

Impeccable ear, I take Braille, make it Morse Code 

Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go 

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And you say New York City 

My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450 

Listen for me, the call of the wild is "Go Philly!" 

It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties 

The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty 

That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy 

I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty 

In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him 

Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player 

Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah 

The highway is what his mind weigh 

Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah 

This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos 

Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus 

Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a seance 

It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya 

I plan to keep a band like Fela 

Until when my career's over like A.I 

It's me and the Muhammads, Ali, bay' ah 

That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I 

Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos 

Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos 

Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow 

But need to save the soft ass talkin' for the pillows 

I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed 

Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents 

My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh 

Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja 

Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage 

But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh 

I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas 

Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad 

I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compass 

Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist 

Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished 

The imperial Black Thought from The Foreign Objects 

I created a movement not just related to music 

They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union 

All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed 

They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league 

Killer colloquium, kush rolled with opium 

Makin' my associates act so inappropriate 

I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet 

Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shit 

Ayo the, the, the boss is back 

Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black 

I tried to tell you mothafuckas on Respond/React 

I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact 

Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas 

I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine 

Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired 

At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire