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