Michael & Quincy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Get your eardrum de-virginzed

By the music, music, music

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine

Just a word of advice, you can't murder Nas

All my **** certified, we got certain ties

Streets was the office we didn't need a shirt and tie

M-I-A-M-I weather like the Virgin Isles

I ain't got no jewelry on 'cause I'm made of ice

Element surprised, move with the Passion of Christ

To Portofino sittin' high on the cliff

From a younger dude with a crew and we was working the shift

Y'all South Park cartoon characters, I'm convinced

They never been scared to death while stayin' calm in a twist

I creeped in a jean jacket, headband, and Nikes

I ain't like to dodge fights, as I rode my bike

And I was lookin' at these people thinkin' they just might

Make me come out my cool character

Break through the smooth barriers

Go Crazy, Cee-Lo Green, Gnarls Barkley

Before I even pulled to the spot, they tried to park me

I'm used to dark scenes that's why I spark green

Why I pour wine

They don't stock these, I gotta order mine

Malcolm X departed at The Audubon

Seen so many slaughtered I'm numb, never mortified

All black Audemars, you claim yours was one-of-one

We timepiece monsters, every season we be on the hunt

Jeepers creepers, America's a baby that's teething

Shitting on his-self, crying for its next feeding

As odd as it gets, it's not even a toddler yet

Gang members got nothing on these congressmen

Plus, Ray Liotta and James Caan died

Iconic actors who were redemption for these mob guys

We easin' on down the road for the third win

Who's bad? It's up and it's stuck, feel the whirlwind

Like young Quincy Jones stuck outside the club till Ray Charles snuck him in

Ah, to be young again

But right now it's like I got the power of a hundred men

Nas and Hit like Michael and Quincy on the run again

Eardrums de-virginized from the words of mine

Just a word of advice you can't murder Nas

All my **** certified, we got certain ties

I'm activated, my hair might spark flames

Aviator frames, bandages, laminates for stage

From a stretcher I wave

Even if I never had two arms full of Grammys

Or a sponsor from Pepsi, I'd still be honorary

Like Quincy on a trumpet, Hit-Boy on a drum kit

Nasty like Mike on the vocals, I overdub it

Bouncin' 'Off the Wall', always startin' somethin'

Behind the scenes of the 'Thriller' video, big budgets

Moonwalkin', Smooth Criminal talkin'

I'm changing colors right now till I'm dark skinned

Adam Clayton Powell's complexion to Baldwins

Annie are you okay? Watching me transforming

Pinky ring glitter like the socks and the glove

Know some money-gettin' thugs that can buy the Beatles pub

That's what I really call coppin' white, re'in up