Banished (Beck Remix)

[Verse 1] Villain got banished Refused out the U.S., he ain’t even Spanish Oaxacado, sock with a hole, toe Miss the mean streets of L.A., a pothole pro The gold, though, in the nick of time To kick a slicker rhyme, do your face like knickin’ a line No, not deported Be a little minute before things get sorted Known to get money, never got caught, kid Escape with a soft skid, short bid Knock on wood, dope for plastic Rock so hood, hope on spastic Put it on the Ritz Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz I’m afraid you’re sadly mistaken BING! Spit it like a bad piece of bacon Take the bread Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead Grab that, way out the habitat Where the rabbits is at, far from the lab rats Man’s right to know Contemplate that as these hands write the flow It ain’t done yet He’ll let ya know some of the results come sunset ‘Til then, pack ya bowl Jack it to ya crack hoe with the black soul, coal Tune the diamond Just so ya know it ain’t some buffoon rhymin’ Hey, watch ya tonsils End up in the hospital, not responsible Bust that gizzard Then start to think how it ain’t worth the risk – is it? Third degree black belt flow Whoop his monkey ass ’til the track felt slow Melt snow, now that’s gold Blowin’ ‘em, make funds, wow, that’s cold Stole on ‘em, throws them dice Cool ‘em down, set to overflow with flow with ice, like Liquid nitrogen, ain’t no wins Macro to Micro, begin, into your skin Villain strikes again Equivalent to hundred-thousand milligram Vicodin Not for nothin’ Your guess is worth more Barefoot, doin’ Rick James on a dirt floor Dirt poor, like "Don’t get your shirt tore, boy" Crown of thorns, chain made of razorblades Gallon adorn homemade blazer suede ‘Bout to retire Sit up somewhere in the sun and breathe fire That includes tipsy gettin’ We get it in like your big fat gypsy wedding No more thuggin’ But don’t think you won’t get slapped, kid, you buggin’ It’s all love, rhyme with more dough Remind me of the fine wine time, raw flow [Verse 2] Not to interrupt But anybody else notice time’s speeding up? Make your local police worry monthly And won’t be nowhere nears your country Grown, and got no time for ‘em Naps on his belly, do not hold onto iPhone Bitches don’t knock me, slack jaw Don’t speak Afrikaans, Cockney, or Patois Alhamdulillah, last off the corner Only thing in this is blastin’ off on Warner Super Villain, smooth sicko Why oh why did I leave that Veuve Clicquot? That’s not up for debate Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8 If she wasn’t so bent She’d know how the camel got it’s nose in the tent Please, enough’s enough Don’t get snuffed with the key to the cuffs G's on your bluffs… Keys to the cuffs… [Outro] Please, enough’s enough!