Tekster: Alchemist. Other. I Know Your Name.

(feat. Travis McCoy, Lil Wayne)


[Lil' Wayne:]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, see me I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I like my weed more greener my drink a little more pinker
I know your name, yeah, your name is unimportant
So baby, baby, baby, you can call me abortion

[Travis:]
Who put a stick in the spokes and broke your momentum
The same one they said was a joke is soldier to venom
Pendulum swing swing ****
I was Edgar Allen Poe most of life but now I Richie Rich ching ching
Fresh air, fundamentalist bottling oxygen
Recovering sneaker freak seeking a hanger to keep the boxes in
Box me in, you got hairy Houdini balls
Thundercat, disappearing act, you couldn't see the pause
Three lines back, rewind that, and register
Now you know how Joan of Arc felt when he killed the messenger
Birth cursed and gifted, I burped, puked, and shitted on
Any of these pedestrians claiming this ****'s a game
I aiming to make a statement
You claiming to be the greatest but
I am not impressed in the slightest
I hope your ghostwriters get arthritis
Then it's back to square one
Alchemist and Travie, the Saga's only begun like

[Lil' Wayne:]
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I like my weed more greener my drink a little more pinker
I know your name, yeah, your name is unimportant
So baby, baby, baby, you can call me abortion

[Travis:]
They said I couldn't do it, who's laughing now
Took 27 years to, they're steadily asking how
Who, what, where, why in the hell did they let him out
Because your box was too small for me to fit in
You get in
And let me analyze you, pick you apart in two
Everything you put your heart is no longer art
But up puppeteer's vision of what I think you should be
What I think you should live, what I think you should sing about
And ask yourself this, is it worth it
The answer's easy dog, nobody's perfect
And when those curtains close, and the crowd goes home
And you're left standing on that stage holding on your own
Dumb it down, dust clap clown sit save
Your smile for the cameras, I'm on my upstage ****
You're a [? ] locked in the jaws of a pit
Who ain't ate in 8 days it's a wrap that's it

[Lil' Wayne:]
I know your name, yeah, your name is unimportant
So baby, baby, baby, you can call me abortion

I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I like my weed more greener my drink a little more pinker
I know your name, yeah, your name is unimportant
So baby, baby, baby, you can call me abortion

"I'm a hell of smoker, shut up and drink, yeah"