Johnny P's Caddy Freestyle

[Verse: Black Thought]

It's too far to try to jog with

I'll prolly fry your omelettes on some Com' shit

Long firearms holdin' what I write a rhyme with

Right or wrong, movin' right along, it's a higher form of convo

With the gods that I may die along with

You hear the voice of the announcer signin' off

Rachmaninoff threw a molotov on your doorstep

A bullet from a Glock tore through your cortex

Monarchal melanin, they all relishin'

The way I'm Ralph McDaniels meets Ralph Ellison

The fine art is elegant, beats is heaven-sent

Official intelligence presented to you by the stepper

Tell them cops it's too late to talk to me proper

Them South Philly boys is who off to meet Hoffa

What hangs in the balance for the talented Mr. Trotter?

In the two-fifteen, my savant crew

What could kill you in five words and is not a haiku?

What's the most powerful book and is not the Bible?

Tell 'em do as I say do and not as I do

It's about time we held history liable

For survival of the most fit, tell 'em "Quote this"

Give them people more than only hope for the hopeless

And I'm hailin' from the head, quarters are the culprit

Slugs spiral out of the four-fifth and don't miss

I give a fuck about Confederate flags

I got a heart more darker than America's past

My bars part Chris Parker, part Malik Shabazz

I shine like a treasure taken out of the trash, my nigga