Transmorgify

[Hook: Talib Kweli]

From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into

Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost

Most of y'all walk around here comatose

Yeah, yeah

From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into

Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost

Most of y'all walk around here comatose

(Comatose) Yeah, check it

[Verse 1: Donte]

You should fear this motion detector on your spirit

Don't stand near it, might possess it with my lyrics, hear this

As I KO, foreign like NATO

For old-school cravers, I bring flavors like Fago

But not pop, I got poured like the knocks on

A wack finishing movе, my crew changed

The drags, I'll bе ripping arms off for showing

No plans for tomorrow ‘cause the fucking world’s over

Live for today, the whole planet's disarray

Devils up in space, trying to find a place to stay

Evacuate Earth, red alert, my mouth so

Filthy ‘cause God made his real niggas out of dirt

And what's worse: I snatch mics like a purse

Put holes in shirts so deep it makes the soul hurt

Pardon my grammar, but fuck the fame and glamour, battle

Protect your neck from these niggas with the jackhammer

One in the chamber, hah, one in the streets

Welcome to the ill side, home of the Hillside

Strangler, skin tight, bend you thin like

Pinstripes, my tongue extends, thrust, crush

Your windpipe, gesundheit. Darkness, no sun

Or moonlight, forty days of rain and thirty-nine nights

Of pain proceeded when I came, it hurt Mother Earth

Prior to me being born, she had birth pains

[Verse 2: Main Flow]

I attack infected tracks like Golden Seals

But when I stack, I react like I'm folding mills

Crazy stepping, my arsenal correctly vexing

Numerous directors catching wrecking raps in the sessions

I toss a lesson, this profess’ line ‘em up

To test, down below properties they rest

I get so spiritual inhaling crushed leaves

Downtown, I used to watch the Five roll down and bust thieves

Too many crime plots to infiltrate the crime watch

While local Five-O’s and Feds run up in dime spots

I'm holding pistols over heads of fakes that blow them whistles

My illustrations captivate and then explode like missiles

With the connection that I got

My lyrical plots come back and lock down blocks

Realize my colleagues connect with the disarmer

The way I’m vexed will cause an insane karma

[Hook: Talib Kweli]

From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into

Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost

Most of y'all walk around here comatose

Yeah, yeah

From the outskirts, we send the devils straight into

Emotional outbursts, we recognize first and foremost

Most of y'all walk around here comatose

(Comatose) Yeah, yeah