I've been in this game for years, it made me intelligent
Stupid niggas fade into irrelevance
I'm permanently settled in like melanin, adamantium skeletons
And sicknesses immune to modern medicine
Fightin' ancient evils on the steeples and pulpits
But nowadays, we call it beefin', drama and bullshit
Most of these niggas half-man but they full-bitch
Wolves on a full moon only useful for smellin' scents
Me, I'm a predator, and I'm tellin' ya get the fuck from around me
'Fore they find you in the bushes with hella dents
This a blood sport and y'all only bleedin' between the legs
And I'm in no need of eggs, my lady got hella hips
I'm after the presidents, representin' the Capitol
Any rapper from my residence I promise I'm better than
Citizen of the globe, any place that I've ever been... I've pissed on
That was for the wolves that were smellin' scents
Now get gone...
I know that Yeezus was a mortal man
And Hov ain't Jehova, just a normal man
And we all lambs to the slaughter
That all die but, some die harder
Which one is you?
I mean, is you a runner or you runnin' shit?
Is you a fetcher or you summon shit?
I'm in the definition of a martyr, let my name live on
As the king without a throne with all the honour
Niggas wan' bring the 90's back
I'm still using 70's slang, that shit behind me, Jack
Born in the 80's, Ronald Reagan tried to slide me crack
The walkin' dead was hunted by Feds, yo, where the lively at?
Out of trouble and on the hustle's where I be at
I live within the jungle and on the humble, the silent cat
Louder the lion, the louder the lyin'
The closer these niggas get to death, and the louder they cryin'
Holler at me - won't get a response, I'm over seas
When my phone tone change, I'm gone, you know the steeze
See, Islam salaam is the belief
It ain't synonymous for bombs, but I'm one over beats
Know you can't box for odds your arms'll never reach
So tryna talk to god, the odds you'll never speak
But you could start by washin' both of your feet
And prayin' with open hands
And bendin' both of your knees
See nowadays we worshipin' stars
That do nothin' to deserve the applause
That they receive, we huddle below the bar, sub-par's the new degree
With the artists that's out now, mustn't be hard to reach
If anybody come even close to bein' a beast
They see them selves as god or regard them selves as the chief
The streets is hungry for kings, the kings is huntin' for rings
But nigga I don't wear jewelry, so fuck who rockin' a chain
I'm just rockin' a beat mo', I'm just doin' my thing
Makin' money from rappin', who claimin' that talk is cheap?
If record sales and talent was ever one and the same
I'd be running the game if that rule were ever to change
But this a tangible dream, I don't do it for fame
I just do it for heads, I just do it for bread
I don't do it for lames, so fuck who standin' in line
You focussed on the guest list
I'm focused on my set, bitch!
An extremely dope cut from producer/emcee Oddisee's 2013 mixtape "Tangible Dream".