Michael & Quincy

(专辑： King's Disease III - 2022)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your eardrum de-virginzed
By the music, music, music

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties
Streets was the office we didn't need a shirt and tie
M-I-A-M-I weather like the Virgin Isles
I ain't got no jewelry on 'cause I'm made of ice
Element surprised, move with the Passion of Christ

To Portofino sitting high on the cliff
From a younger dude with a crew and we was working the shift
Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced
They never been scared to death while staying calm in a twist
I creeped in a jean jacket, headband, and Nikes
I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike
And I was looking at these people thinking they just might
Make me come out my cool character
Break through the smooth barriers

Go Crazy, Cee-Lo Green, Gnarls Barkley
Before I even pulled to the spot, they tried to park me
I'm used to dark scenes that's why I spark green
Why I pour wine
They don't stock these, I gotta order mine
Malcolm X departed at The Audubon
Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb, never mortified
All black Audemars, you claim yours was 1-of-1
We timepiece monsters, every season we be on the hunt

Jeepers creepers, America's a baby that's teething
Shitting on his-self, crying for its next feeding
As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet
Gang members got nothing on these congressmen
Plus, Ray Liotta and James Caan died
Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys
We easing on down the road for the third win
Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind
Like young Quincy Jones stuck outside the club till Ray Charles snuck him in
Ah to be young again
But right now it's like I got the power of a hundred men
Nas and Hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine
Just a word of advice you can't murder Nas
All my niggas certified, we got certain ties

I'm activated, my hair might spark flames
Aviator frames, bandages, laminates for stage
From a stretcher I wave
Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys
Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'd still be honorary
Like Quincy on a trumpet, Hit-Boy on a drum kit
Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it
Bouncing Off the Wall, always Starting Something
Behind the scenes of the Thriller video, big budgets

Moonwalking Smooth Criminal talking
I'm changing colors right now till I'm dark skinned
Adam Clayton Powell's complexion to Baldwins
Annie are you okay? Watching me transforming
Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove
Know some money-getting thugs that can buy the Beatles pub
That's what I really call copping white, re'8888in up