AMIRA KITCHEN

Ayo,

I still wear a ski mask for the dividends.

On a yacht tied four clubs eating Michelin. BET Awards in my Chrome Heart Timberlands.

Rest in peace X, have my plug send it to him again. Superfly Godfrey, ceiling to my feet. Arc'ade

Awards had him in a coma for a week.

I could buy a brick cheap, but a body much cheaper. Only gave ten flat, boy came with the sweep.

While I'm on the road, keep it on you even if you on parole. I see my wife and the devil that stole her soul.

I only talk to my kids, I don't fuck with phones.

If you don't like it, get the fuck on. Nigga, check the rap sheet, I don't do rap beef.

Three sometime in DC, both names was Ashley. I'm kicking it, socking these Jats looking jazzy.

Came out the -bushes all black with the last- -We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine. And on both days, we be all right.

We've seen runways, we've seen gunfights. And on both days, we was all right. We be all right, mm.

Everything working 'cause God said it would. We be all right, mm.

Uh, if I'ma do it, I might as well do it right and exact.

You niggas ruined the movement, we came and got it intact.

Well in fact, I keep a shooter and he gon' do just that. Think you running off with some jewelry, gon' get shot in your cap.

Like a graduation picture. Do the knowledge and you'll be graduating quicker.

Hands in the air with champagne glasses, this a stick-up.

I'm tryna tell you that you shouldn't burn that bridge up. I come in peace. I bet Virgil rolling in his grave.

Dope boy shit, Rollie and a chain. Probably had dope running in his veins.

Watch for the back door, shit change. I just sold ten bricks in a day.

I'd have took my friend's bitch to Wally's Fayre. Had courts on my grandmama break.

You should've seen me doing pushups in a cage.

A hundred ups, a hundred dips, I'm insane. This for my niggas on the yard with the blade.

I only got ten mil to my name. I just smile through the pain.

We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine.

And on both days, we be all right. We've seen runways, we've seen gunfights.

And on both days, we was all right. We be all right, mm. Everything working 'cause God said it would.

We be all right, mm.

We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine. And on both days, we be all right.

We've seen runways, we've seen gunfights. And on both days, we was all right. We be all right, mm.

Everything working 'cause God said it would. We be all right, mm.

Man, let the music be a spiritual soundtrack to the ritual performance of this greatness, man, you know? Look around you right now, man.

Can you feel how when the brass cry, the heavens adjusted their garments, you know? This is why goats have horns, man. Can you see 'em? Can you hear 'em?

Huh?

The stars take new positions when these deities spoke this saxophone into being, man. Horns.

Promise you, watch all the angels lean in to listen, man. Yeah. But you know us.

He who performs for applause has already lost his voice, you know?

There's no glory in being a copy of a copy of a god, man, you know?

Especially if it was the God who gave you breath, not to repeat, but to respond, you know?

With your ability, son. For real. That's your response-ability, son, not

God. So hey, God is not impressed by imitation.

They are not moved by mimicry. They do not nod at your echoes, man.

God inspired themselves, you know?

Now ask yourself, have you been inspired?

For real. Only, only, only goats have horns like this, man.

Don't let, don't let that go over your head, man.

A goat without horns is soon forgotten by history.

Don't let this brass go over your head. Hmm.

Yeah. Yeah.

So if the music does not improve the quality of your thinking, then it's not music, man. It's just a theft of your time.

A sabotage of your spirit, man. For real.

Long live Virgil. Long live Michelle.

You look like motherfucking Mike Tyson right here, my nigga.

-My shit coming out. -Yeah.

-Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. -That's what you wanna do?

-Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.

-Oh, you- -Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. -Oh, you wanna hurt.

-Pow, pow. -You wanna hurt everybody.

-Pow, pow, pow. -Everybody?

Oh, oh shit, he's still moving. Pow, pow, pow, pow.

-Everybody gets it? -Yeah.

Everybody gets it. Yeah