Barz Simpson

[Verse 1: SONNYJIM] Threw on a Moncler, left the lodge, shot the deer Smoked the spliff with the Swiss chocolatier Tap your pocket, flossing Out in Florence with a Saint-Tropez model and a ounce of orange Tax dodgin', smokin' that Moroccan In the trap cropping, Baggerman cotching Next week, I'm out in France yachting Two grand in my back pocket, copped this on the black market Gourmet dish, I covered all bases County court cases, I caught a case at the horse races Tom Ford framin' Hoppin' off the boat blazin', blud, I dress for the occasion The shrimp's cajun, my chef's Asian I pop a quaalude and feel famous My side chick sniffs at the situation Sniffеd the Ronald Reagan off the invitation, Freemason Freebasing, free agеnt, out of reach Spend the week at the Presidential suite with a freak playing Layin' in the cut like we DJing I pay attention to the detailing, uh I'm all over my Anna Kournikova I had to call her over, Casanova Pop the cork on the four poster Score a goal like Zola and take home the Gorgonzola Gorbachev chop the yola, roll the Utopia Black bottle Remy at the Grosvenor I'm the composer, poser Arrogant Adrien Broner, Sinatra, Sosa Candy red roadster, Louis loafer I spray a groupie with my Super Soaker, the Super Nova Two tickets to Verona, high roller I tell her, "Wake me up when the flight's over" [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Salute, all brothers bless up Even rappers up in daddy's closet playing dress up Real spiffy, spark a cigar for ya Speak to only bosses, regards to your employer Tom Sawyer, skedaddle, fake it 'til they make it Three ratchets press up to they grill, now strip naked Nah, nah, nah, wait, pause, no whole meals Loose change for first-class flights and phone bills Dope kills, stress will get you faster Let off an open ocean, toastin' the heat blaster Bang-bang, you rang? DOOM got a new thang Reunited like Wu-Tang, punks pay for poon-tang If you're into that They said it's more than one way to skin a cat When it rap, give 'em dap, dead that Yeah, you thought it was over, dingbat! Where you stash the thing at? Think back Weeks later, found floatin' in the river with a king's hat Most precious things in life, you can't bring back Use your thinking cap, that's what happens when you sing, rat Months at it, gets crazy in the drought Slide off like a pimp, maybe it's the gout She looked-ed good, and smelt-ed like trout Pregnant with a baby in her mouth, out and about [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] I paint a picture like Salvador Good God, what a matador Retrieve all the sheets while the wolves was asleep What a mighty fine day for a metaphor, huh Like Adele, Hello from the other side The flow is paranormal, the show was another vibe Still rock valleys, cop my durag from Zallie's The alley cat with nine lives who renovated the alley Every hole in the wall from Brooklyn to Saint Charles From the chug-a-lug in Georgia to the fountains of Taj Mahal Travel every square inch with me as the rhyme grow exponentially The Roc is the team, when I swing, they clear the bench for me Primadonna, draped in Loro Piana Never crunch under pressure like Cuba and Men of Honor What do you expect, your honor? The Tidal red dope We plant flags on our enemy's sands and burn our boats Coast to coast, it's the great space coaster Cállate la boca, say hello to my empty holster Metamorph like a butterfly, pollinate like a bee I represent for my nation like Muhammad Ali Quality over quantity is the jewel I bless the haters with The teachings of Elijah Muhammad to keep my saber lit Abracadabra, once I flash, I'm Audi My detractors contemplate from the mat like Ronda Rousey