Arigato

[Intro] Arigato Is there something you could, you could do [Verse 1] I know where I'm from, I got it from a textbook And negro, the spiritual son, close to my sketchbook We stepped off the ledge, held hands, what I saw twice The death saw Black, you see the mamba, my snake bites This game got played, the profits got splits But the ashes up in space, look, look the sun's face It's gonna be a good day up under the elm tree The crunch got a sweet tooth, snackin' the kid clean For those still stunned, left a crumb but my nose clеan My snow too pure and that's my heart when you spеak mean Baggin' up sweets, and a hunnid ounce, seven mil' for the tricks Look, look the sun speaks But look, but look Arigato [Instrumental Break / Beat Switch] [Verse 2] It's a stick up, cartoons lunch dates, the kid's up You Timbuktu, troops shoot, put your hands up, "Freeze" They stole all our jewels, grab my sword, up and leave So last week I shot a rapper, but the manager fleed He grew strong then he returned and demanded I leave This rap game on a fidget duck, you crack and you peak (Arigato) The crusades boots, march in three sixty degrees The checks never really bigger if they peakin' at feet My cheap dimples over grace until our [?] is deplete The stove for the heat, and drama that's free You get Rockabye, you the Balboa in me, shit (Arigato) [Instrumental Break / Beat Switch] [Verse 3] Badaboom, badabing, just tryna sing So let me spit it, my spiritual Indigenous, so naughty spit with Aboriginals The flow is so original, this shit's a fuckin' miracle You the maquette but the flow is too immaculate I'm still runnin' but the pigs ain't catchin' shit Slow tippin' and dippin', your caesar salad dippin' Talkin' with the slang of a villain until I'm coughin' piss Coughin' piss and I'm munchin' up on a rappers dish Two gold chains, it's a playground raps, dude Six gold teeth for some stick and poke tattoos, yeah What the birds see the villains do These dudes play happy until I smack 'em with the pedestal The ultimate decision was to bookie at the seven rebels And dissect the ins, to level what he made clever of what he made clever This speech you delete will make you sing Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling Preachin' to my mistletoe Long John Silver and some crook teeth Crown me like the blackest man dingos So when she's lickin' off the liquor on my lips Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish Smugglin' the sentiments to part from the rich Speak about the ego when you end up in a ditch, snitch Brownie fudge smudge, muck Handsome lil' fucker, on the stage, I spit wise And that's word to my mother, and my sisters and my brothers, brothers So, ha, I don't know what to say, I'm goin' insane Up in the membrane, I'm goin' insane, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Badaboom, badabing, smackin' off his bling, ha And I'm just, just tryna sing, yeah [Instrumental Outro]