Mad Nice

[Intro]

*evil laughter*

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Yeah, now ever since I can remember I been living blue collar

Searching for something, tryna make a few dollars

I was never too polished, and never on the fly list

Them shorties used to tell me I needed a new stylist

My birthdays came, instead of selling me a promise

My mom was dead honest, like, "Yo, we ain't got it"

Better be a Rhodes scholar, try to make it, son, outta

The school of the hood that be the ghetto alma mater

It's a long drawn out saga, like The Godfather

Coming up this hard, it made a nigga rock solid

Now I be the top shotter, heart of a Rottweiler

The boss that learned to move cautious as Assata

I don't take shit for granted, I'm strong single-handed

And I ain't quick to panic, but I can't lift the planet

My one and only concerns that y'all understand it

If it's understood, then good, I'm taking this advantage

I've been waiting for them cameras, the stage is mine

I'm coming up, but I still got a ways to climb

It ain't a reason I should fall off or change my grind

I'll be alright, as long as I heed the danger signs

Come on! I just wanna fly, can't get away

This type of shit happens everyday

(This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh)

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]

Straight and narrow, as the flight of a sparrow

Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a pharaoh with a bad toe

Seat up in a beat up Camaro

How you 'posed to shoot for the Moon with one arrow?

And no bow, don't blow your hibachi

Look like a Ferrari 'cept its only a mirage

Troopered out, but choose to go the stupid route

Catheter on and a half a moon in a putrid mouth

Keep the name out, heck, check the repertoire

Right there where it say, "Who catch wreck and kept it raw"

Accepted in the name of Allah, a leopard's paw

Swept it, and stepped it like Zakar and Neqebah

*evil laughter* Ask questions later

Villain, the invader in a mask for the paper

Spent the cake on a light rice bowl

Wouldn't waste a wait on a date off the lice pole

Dice roll, it's like he know magic, hat trick

Writing flows that make Little Mikey go spastic

It's so drastic, pass the cash quick

Don't get your monkey-ass kicked for no plastic

Take it all back in a tall pack, don't stack, bozack

Hit him if you need some mo' crack, go pro-black

That's the price for a tad of bad advice

At least he got fat twenties and he mad nice