Homeboy Sandman - Arrows lyrics

Yo don’t ask me who the best is yo
I give you my top 5
Uh Doom, Thought, Em, Jay, Ghost
Ya nam sayin? All them cats is the best b
Yo this is not golf b this is artwork b
You get biz like no other, you the best
Aite?

Case in point, I ain’t make AKs rejoice
I just came to case the joint
Here’s a pie in the face inspire the faith
I might turn water to wine, lemon to lime
Pie into cake
I know Tiger & Crane, I know Wing Chun
I'm never too tired to train
I don’t feel no thrill of the chase
I don’t chase shit
I just stay in my place and be patient
Mets, Giants ’86
Property of NY, PONYs and Sauconys, and Asics
My whole team, all hoodlums and geishas
We roll tight like "goodness" and "gracious"
Streets haunted by the hustlers
That died here the great beyond of woebegone
Youngsters with dyed hair
Kings in the bible ordered babies cut in two
Word mother, it ain’t nuthin’ new

Arrows i whipped the wide, split the narrows
Sipped wine with the pharaohs
Traced the lies from the lips to
The clips out the barrels
I read the Times, took the tips
Read the tarots

I’m ‘bout a billion years old
I’m like the winter day it
Graduate from chilly to cold
I’m a descendant of consenting adults
Who traded in Jacksons and Washingtons
For watts and volts breakin’ bread
Breakin’ even while I’m eating alone
You ain’t heard no heavy breathing while
I was bleeding in stone
All you felt was your pulse
All you tasted was the sweetest victory
And all you seen was results smell me?
I don’t give two fornications
Can’t find a cage that done held me
And don’t harbor hate, it don’t help me
It’s unhealthy all the world’s a stage
Backstage I move around stealthy
I hold down like gays hold down Chelsea
I hold it down like dreads hold down Ls
Like Fred hold down Elm Street (Whoo)

Meet at the summit if you
Can stomach the mileage
Hate it or love it but if
You hate it you wildin’
Hate it or love it but if you hate it
You buggin’ like bugs that be needin’ pollen
I crack a smile in the asylum
And wield the gavel and the
Meeting of the minds
Feeding the meter where the
Grass grow greener, speed reader of the eyes
With a middle man cashing my checks
Eating a boiled egg with a
Bomb strapped to my chest (Whoo)
I’m all in your head
I’d like to thank my sponsors
Monsters under the bed
Most of shit that make you think
I’m on the humble the best
Just some shit I mumbled under my breath
Matter of fact I keep a sleeve that’s full
Of aces ’til I’m fakin’ my death
And keep it rough around the edges
‘stead of hedging my bets
Cue the civil unrest next!

Yo kid
Yo Red and Ghost was - they duked it out
For my - for that fifth slot b
Either could have made it yo you know
Obviously Mos is top ten of - 3 Stacks
But this, you know, this is my joint
This is preference
Can’t - all these cats is the best b
You nam sayin? You know, Aesop Rock
Can’t nobody get biz like Aes or -
Nobody’s better, nobody’s better
Nobody’s better than these cats
Yo somebody could do what you do, you whack b
You straight up whack
You’re either whack or you the best kid
There’s no in between yo
If you nice and nobody can't rock like you
You the best kid
Otherwise find something else to do
With your life b please, please