Power

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]

L. Ron Hubbard with no bling

Vitamin Water and codeine, you think you know things

But you know no things I’m just waiting for the bell to go ‘ding’

Maybe we can sell the whole thing

Keep your hand in your pocket, they can smell the gold ring

If somebody felled an old tree

Jokingly and only three people got the joke

“Is the tree pine, maple, or oak, or other?”

I’m the other brother from another mother

The other light meat

You like me? I might be your father

Sister, Sister Rodger Dodger

Trickster, Big Bird, hipster, blipster

Too many crackers listening for me to say “Ni—"

Ahem, if you don’t get it, it’s fine, let it rewind

Or, never play it again

Say it again

Sam Raimi

Power, responsibility

[Hook: Kool A.D.]

It’s too easy

Even if I told you about it

You probably wouldn’t even believe me

[X2]

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

Danny the Hybrid hard like jerkin' off with arthritis

Another episode, you niggas still writing pilots

I’m the big dog, you's a fire hydrant

The big mack, spend a thousand on the islands

I’m toking violent, you’re smoking Miley Cyrus

I tell my hoes what they want to hear like I’m a psychic

Don’t like young hoes, those bitches can’t cook

I eat an old ho like the big bad wolf

I cop a pound and everyday blow a zone

That means I got them grams like an old folks’ home

Bitches licking on the dick like its Mister Softee

Blowing all on it like it’s hot coffee

And she deepthroat and she lick my nuts

That’s a combination nut lick and dick suck

Das Racist, like the black quarterback

Let me get a load of that for my cataracts

[Hook: Kool A.D.]

[Verse 3: Heems]

Otherworld Newspeak, y’all know how I spit

Half-internet, half-high school cafeteria shit

I’m hype how the Internet get

Yo, 2x4’s look like splinters and shit

White demons with green pockets

Line up at our shows to peep game, how we rock it?

No qualms with cockblocking white dudes from Boston

I don’t know why people think we give a fuck so often

We Waco, we Maaco, but you are just a touch-up

Homie, take your heart out your chest, no buck-up

Talk it how I walk it, Himanshu got ‘nuff guff

Other words: you could get roughed up, tough stuff

Your band about as lame as Staind or Train

"Soul Sister" hold blisters on my brain

Probably think this song is about you, you vain

But me, I’m burning one to Carl Thomas's "Summer Rain"

Chilling, relaxing, having a good time

[Verse 4: Despot]

The name don’t ring bells: it break doors down

The neighbors hear yells from eight floors down

They say "This here’s Hell, it’s all yours now"

All around nice guys get snuffed for sport, clown

Life check: 1, 2, what is this?

"Your money or your life?" And I’m like, "What’s the difference?"

And if the price is right, I could buy all you dipshits

Put him near a mike and the rest not your business

Chumps, save yourself the lumps

Why shoot the five a hundred times when you could shoot the nine once?

And come and find a little guy can pack a supersize punch

Bars sixteen and pregnant, verse come every nine months

Until next time, thanks for tuning in

The hooligans whose tunes is too loony for the loony bin

This is how we do and doin’ this is how we do'd again

Going HAM, going in, going hard, going limp