Pitch 92, Jehst - 3rd Culture lyrics

So allow me to reintroduce
Been doing this since rhythm and blues
So when you're picking your tunes
Better be Pitch who you’re listening to
By the light of the glistening moon
We move crowds disrespectful
Dirty shoes in your house
Rick James all on your couch
I spit flames all out my mouth
Making the neighbours move out
They complaining
Saying we're playing it too loud
But this is serious
So many years in the business
So many peers been consumed by the bitterness
If you ain't prepared it’ll tear
You to little bit's
Was unaware, now you're scared
You's a little bitch
Another limp wrist lyricist
Is he hot? But of course
Holocaust killing this
On a course for infamy
Now I can't go outside
'Cause everybody got it in for me
You see my words hold the weight
Of that broad outlook my third culture create
These rappers get the scraps off my plate
But, I ain't finished killing this
The vultures can wait i'm a
Magician disappearing in the smoke It's
Hard to see me
Army General who’s camouflaged in Maharishi
They’re asking me to sign a peace treaty
But their palms are greasy
And I ain't giving up my art that easy
That’s a mistake that we already made before
Raise the sword now the snake
Lays on the floor
Decapitated, you were trained for war
So now you don't hate the game
Just the player you were traded for
Bench warmers
Bigging up their chests enormous
I'm the star player next in orbit
On a mother ship with the spicy rollie lit
Pitch got the Ginsu slice
On some shinobi shit
On the chop like a coke fiend
I roll a haze for that purple lean
But no codeine we don't cosign
My silver tongue is a gold mine
But these dudes are moving the goal line
Control mine
That’s the way I hold my joystick
Your lady wanna play she
Won't be disappointed
Your whole flow don't flow, it's disjointed
The show 'bout to be lit
Soon as this joint is
For all my third cultures kids
Let me break it down for all those
Who don't know what it is
It ain't the culture of the
Country on your passport
Or parental heritage you didn't ask for
It's the culture you adopt
While you're growing up
You phoned home, now the UFO is showing up
And that's the mother ship connection
We stay shooting for the stars
While these others switch direction
Engrossed in the lesson
Highly focused on my interest
Like a Fliptrix investment
But, excuse me, I'm digressing
The motto is: 'We get rich, or die stressing'
So let me dive straight in without any delay
We on thin ice figure skating
Torvill and Dean hanging off the ravine
Blind leading the blind
Who you following, B?
If a tree falls in the woods, and you hear it
It's still gotta be seen to be believed
This is me vanilla God body supreme being
Your vision can't perceive what
My third eye seeing excuse me
You're 2D i got Pitch 92 on the MPC
They're saying: 'Who's he?'
I say: 'You'll see'