Out Think Me Now Lyrics - Funeral Talk: The Eulogy - Solomon Childs

The storm is 

[Chorus: x2] 

Females better try to trick me now 

Cats better try and Out Think Me Now 

Stick me now, maybe even kill me now 

Let me dominate for two years strong 

You motherfuckers'll never stop the storm 

What? Yeah 

Uh-huh, what? Yeah 

You cowards follow, I'ma lead 

Millennium speed, Jeopardy, Greed 

Golden seed, militant breed 

This is all a real thug need 

Science of life dunn, black Oriental 

Forever bronze to star, day room war 

Apocalypse raw 

Limit the sky, let me simplic-ify 

Mama said, "God should never cry" 

War with The Source, ya girl know me, straight live 

Found out swine was in Pop Tarts in '85 

You old school cats is talkin' jive 

320 E, bumping Tony Starks shit 

I don't trust a soul 

I don't trust Canal Street gold 

I don't trust Timberland's double sole 

I don't trust cats on the block who done told 

I don't trust Avirex leathers when it be cold 

Settin' fire to ya rap books 

Frontin' you could get punched in ya mouth 

King of New York, this is what a thug about 

[Chorus: x2] 

Uh, yeah 

Apocalypse gifted storm, eyes of Islam 

Pain inside Maria eyes 

Money low got the Gods in the streets heated 

Left the Queens in the world seated 

Two kids my baby mom's speeded 

Poverty, swears Allah cheated 

Keep it strawberry, catchin' cancer 

Missin' the World Series 

Solomon Childs extraordinaire 

Power of the dollar 

Body Brighton, Allah body 

Thugged out, ready to flip 

2000 New York rookie 

Hard to hit, who want beef? 

Put 'em on the murder cross, imperial laws 

Consider me bein top rank 

With Pony and Frank 

Yo what the deal, Lunar? 

No more small cookies 

Rather get paid and crush rookies 

Me and Mama gettin land with this voice box 

Tracks hotter than the Red Sox 

Who ever had doubts.. 

Yo Baby Boy, this is what a thug about 

[Chorus: x2] 

The storm is