AMIRA KITCHEN

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I still wear ski masks for the dividends On the yacht, Tom Ford gloves, eating Michelin BET Awards in my Chrome Hearts Timberlands Rest in peace X, how my plug said, "It's him again" Super FLYGOD, fiends kneeling to my feet, all All kind of 1s had 'em in a coma for a week (Ah) Had to buy a brick cheap, but a body much cheaper (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Gave him ten flat, boy came with the sweeper (Brrt) I'm on the road, keep it on you even before parole I seen my YN, the devil had stole his soul I only talk to my kids, I don't fuck with phones If you don't like it, get the fuck on (Get the fuck on) Nigga, check the rap sheet, I don't do rap beef (Uh-uh) Threesome in DC, both names was Ashleigh (Woo) I'm kicking it, sack in each ass, looking jazzy Came out the bushes, all black with the lassie [Chorus: Brother Tom Sos] We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine And on both days, we be alright We seen runways, we seen gunfights And on both days, we was alright We be alright, hmm Everything working 'cause God said it would We be alright, hmm [Verse 2: Brother Tom Sos] Uh, if I'ma do it, I might as well do it right and exact You niggas ruined the movement, we came and got it intact Well in fact, I keep a shooter and he gon' do just that Think you running off with some jewelry, gon' get shot in your cap Like a graduation picture Do the knowledge and you be graduating quicker Hands in the air with champagne glasses, this a stick up I'm tryna tell you that you shouldn't burn that bridge up I come in peace [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] I bet Virgil rolling in his grave (Ah) Dope boy shit, Rollie and a chain (Ah) Probably had dope running in his veins (Ah) Watch for the backdoor, shit change (Mm) I done sold ten bricks in a day (Woo) I done took my French bitch to Waly Fay (Woo) Had God told my grandmama pray You shoulda seen me doing pushups in the cage (Ah) A hundred ups, a hundred dips, I'm insane (Ah) This for my niggas on the yard with the blade (Free my niggas) I only got ten mil' to my name (Woo) I done smiled through the pain [Chorus: Brother Tom Sos] We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine And on both days, we be alright We seen runways, we seen gunfights And on both days, we was alright We be alright, hmm Everything working 'cause God said it would We be alright, hmm We've seen rainstorms, we've seen sunshine And on both days, we be alright We seen runways, we seen gunfights And on both days, we was alright We be alright, hmm Everything working 'cause God said it would We be alright, hmm [Outro: A.A. Rashid] Man, let the music be a spiritual soundtrack To the ritual performance of this greatness, man, you know? Look around you right now, man Can you feel how when the brass cried The heavens adjusted their garments, you know? This is why goats have horns, man Can you see 'em? Can you hear 'em, huh? The stars take new positions when these deities Spoke this saxophone into being, man Horns, promise you Watch all the angels lean in to listen man, yeah But you know us He who performs for applause has already lost his voice, you know? There’s no glory being a copy of a copy of a god man, you know? Especially if it was the god who gave you breath Not to repeat, but to respond, you know? With your ability son, for real That's your responsibility, son, not God, so ayy God is not impressed by imitation They are not moved by mimicry They do not nod at your echos, man God inspired themselves, you know? Now ask yourself 'have you been inspired? For real, huh Only, only, only goats have horns like this, man Don't, hah, don't let that go over your head, man A goat without horns is soon forgotten by history Don't let this brass go over your head Hm, yeah, yeah, so If the music does not improve the quality of your thinking Then it's not music, man It's just a theft of your time A sabotage of your spirit man, for real Long live Virgil, long live Michelle