EGYPT (remix)

One-hundred percent You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM Rest in peace I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented So incredible Ayo Brrt, ayo Ayo I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome Forty tucked on me, scorpions on the visit Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom "I need fifty," had to do a demo on camera Hit the brick with the Psycho cutter like Ciampa Don't watch close, Chloe never seen a hamper FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite Saint Laurent pictures, my bitch mind her business Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom Stripes on the ceilin', this a Thom Browne kitchen Thirty-six opps outside the projects itchin' Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' They never had 'Paris' written on the dishes They never had the Cullinan near the trenches East side nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket A dollar short, your nan at the door like, "Who is it?" I'm that fuckin' nigga, yeah, I'm on my own dick Ritz-Carlton Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt My Daisy Dukes prolly drag a nigga through the dirt Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse Embroidered bed sheets, five-hundred thread count Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties Took a PJ to see Westside's city Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me Came up out the mud same color as a Tootsie You ain't a boss, you's a pussy I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie And I'm that fuckin' bitch and you know it Westside Gunn, swamp princess, ho it's Never been done, this clean, this crisp Label heads feening in the meeks, snowing like it's Christmas Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got .22s Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot I just feel like, I just feel like the underdog Feel like the underdog and I just feel like, "Stop playin' with me"