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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clipse
Vocals
Nas
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Malice
Vocals
Mike Larson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Gene Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Rob Ulsh
Recording Engineer
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Madigan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's always the loudmouths that can't count
The right price, I put the AR in the saint's mouth (Talk about it)
Bring all the watches and the chains out
Heat come, I'm De Niro, I got the safe house
This is culturally inappropriate
Surrounded by **** with tears that don't drip (Talk about it)
That ain't the ghost that you appear to go get
Finally got the courage, but you still a whole bitch
The rest of y'all on my six-year-ago shit
Every move, intentional, the links is atypical
Like baseball in D.R., you know what the stick'll do
This is culturally inappropriate
[Verse 2]
We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you
The pen to express my dreams and expertise
And TEC's I squeeze
Coke spots all over like leprosy
It's a dark spirit tucked behind the flesh you see
Got every single word of the hex I need
The death I breathe, the death I see
Looks so good on ya, the coffin wood on ya
Closed casket 'cause I'm only siccing wolves on ya
Berlinetta horsepower, put them hooves on ya
Blow a half a mil' in LV, leather goods on ya
We been doing this for eons
While you thirsty, tryna figure out who you can spill the tea on
I'm in coffee fields, making mil's
[Verse 3]
You get the chills 'cause this shit is real
Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise
The feeling that you get when you realize
It was really you that died, and we are so alive
Conspiracy theory, you can't believe it's us
Soul leave your body like a fentanyl rush
Dead on your back with your eyes looking up
Chandeliers
This is culturally inappropriate
[Verse 4]
Single-handedly boosted rap to its truest place
Fuck speaking candidly, I alone did rejuvenate
Hip-hip into its newest place
Made it cool for Grammy-nominated LPs from previous generation MCs
And that rings loud and reverberates
It's not fair to them, I'm thinking I deserve the hate
Bring it, only thing you killing is precious time
Used to clash with Decepticons, I was dumb, deaf, and blind
So cancel me before I unleash the "Panther" me
The Pantheon is a family, we some upstanding G's
The difference between regular spitters and bosses
My principles' high
You need a glimpse of me from satellites in orbit
This is culturally inappropriate
Tape sabbaticals on avenues
Bring AK's on vacay's when we paddle canoes
Follow the leader, Terminator
Hasta la vista, man of the year
Nasir, rockin' chandeliers
Written by: Gene Thornton, Nasir Jones, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton