Play It Cool

[Intro: Samuel T. Herring] On a dark night in the city Where broken eagles may fly Play it cool [Verse 1: Alchemist] Strumming the notes on the guitar While I'm rocking my leather Mercedez coat like the R in the cut Licking my wounds and soaking my scars Crib full of empty bottles of liquor, broken cigars On a table, going Ninja dangle on the cable When that dance make my stance unstable Hem the bottom of my pants with staples I split 'em with symmetry like a bagel Play tic-tac-toe on the cheek with the razor cut up your face Sprinkle the magic dust on the reefer Gutter creature, rap pornographic snuff double feature I'm bubbling something up in the beaker The night creeper, motivational mic speaker Brolick ring like a Motorolla device beeper Light sleeper, leave em shook like a light seizure [Hook: Samuel T. Herring] On a dark night in the city Of Broken Egos, They Fly No don't stress me Check my leather soul Brothers know, don't test me Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool [Verse 2: Oh No] I got that shit form, I'm finna flush it to you It's nothing to you sending threats, I'm rushing to you Have the little homie run it to you, then run into you Like an intersection, and now you been intercepted I ain't in session when the weed's all gone Like a gardener, just working the hose on the lawn But I'm a king to a pawn on the chess board I stress the scores, stuck in a square, just press 4 I'm sitting with the best score in the game, picture the picture And the same frame of mind, Tarantino official Couple cameras in the building, the body of work Mentally a work out, your brain, your body in hurt Niggas neck broken and bitches' body Gone and looking for work Black leather coat let 'em know the boy is boss [?] At any cost, don't never cross Don't never get involved Be the next mystery that's unsolved Good lord [Hook: Samuel T. Herring] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] I've been feeling old I got demons on my soul when I'm writing The beat play the role of a seat on a bike how I ride it My vices repulsing me nights when I'm trapped in this pain Ain't my wife when the light drizzle tap on the pane, I'm inside with them When the sky clear up, still inside tripping You can see I ain't been sleeping in my eyes, nigga In the mirror throwing hands, I don't toss fights I'm heavyweight, get a load of these light niggas Looking washed online like light linen drying I'm through trying with niggas I'm gifted cause my eyes work in different And I be seeing straight through the skies as my nigga And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these bitches And these guys what's the difference, I despise 'em I dispose of 'em too, I'm a trashman You don't want trouble dude Dirt from the shovel on a low bubble Goose You a coyote fucking with a roadrunner fool Bitch, you know what it do