Conway The Machine, Black Thought, Danger Mouse - Saltwater lyrics

Yeah, you so cliché
You're the nouveau riche
That come up hard as a
Youth and knew no peace
You hit that lick and switched to a new motif
In a whip with two low
Seats and new gold teeth
You say you wanna live fast
Gettin' paid in cash
Puffin' the most gas and dyin' of car crash
You never learned math in school
You cut class
So you can't count what's in the clip
You just blast
I feel your mind spinnin' in
Place and just bufferin'
And all you tryna see is
Someplace with less sufferin'
Or make a lot of big
Blue faces just hustlin'
What could I say that you
Would embrace? I guess nothin'
This isn't in attempts to reach
You and your hitters
The last thing you do
Is bullshit a bullshitter
The streets is a bitch
You up in the club with her
You should cease and desist, but you
Too in love with her
Yeah

We're past the baton like a
Drum major at Howard
We transfer the power for
Salt water and flower
My pen packs a dawah, Akira Kurosawa
My ideas is gunpower, secure the tower
That overlooks a graveyard full
Of cancelled niggas
Who paid ransoms when they
Made handsome figures
Guilt and bad business'll make
A man religious
I'm the difference of where
Sanford and Sanford Biggers
Save the revelry if you tryna lower level me
I be over seventy
Flippin' the script regularly
Know the L holder 'bout to
Be you instead of me
Why? 'Cause you a dickhead
I'm a Dick Gregory
Sendin' every opponent disciplinary notice
Ulterior motives begin pure as a lotus
Even if uncertain, I bet you I never showed
If you checkin' for me to choke
I suggest you adjust your focus
(Yeah)

Look, they heard me rhymin'
They wanna know where they find me at
The grimy cat from the main street trenches
Insomniac
Where I'm from
You gotta take your pole even when
You go to the laundromat
(Keep it on you)
Niggas tried to line me
But I had time to react
We spin the same day, and the day after
We slidin' back
(Uh, huh)
Empty the mop in broad day
And leave somebody whacked
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom)
He tried to run
Three or four shots hit him inside his back
(Brrt)
And that go for anybody that rap
That Buffalo nigga that catch the bodies back
(Ha)
Hold up, rewind me back (Yeah)
They heard me rhymin'
They wanna know where they find me at
The grimy cat from the main street trenches
Insomniac
Three in the mornin'
Catch me inside the trap
Knockin' off a ninety pack right by
The door where the MAK-90 at
(Uh, huh)
After the deal
The label still wanna sign me back
The contract worth a few mill'
But I ain't signin' that
(Ha ha haha)

Yeah, nigga