Richies Part Two (feat. Talib Kweli, Madlib & Roc Marciano)

Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (yeah) dough and diamond rings (uh)
This is a fantastic album, man, let me borrow it
They want shiny things, (my niggas) go bang bang
No, my brother, you got to buy your own

Yo, your top artist to me is target practice (yup)
Too many washed rappers, the markets crashin'
I might'a caught that on a podcast or in passin'
You recall what I taught in class 'cause we don't give hall passes (no)
Don't get caught in traffic lackin'
It'll feel like you was white water rafting the boy eyeballs fall out his glasses (woah)
Uh, I just dropped a gold bar up in gold yard
They thought I was quarterback how I was throwin' yards with a pro's arm (go deep)
Just to think I used to break in homes with a crowbar
Break a hoe arm and so on (and so on)
The blow of my only road dog (yup)
I'm a lone wolf
Yeah I'm solo but I'm not vulnerable
Head shots only like a photo booth, Gucci logos all over the goose
I told you: Cappin' for promo, that's a bozo move (clown shit)
Uh, that's a bozo move (disgusting)
Even tony shot manolo, ghost shot rolla
It's the same shit over and over
It's closure, it's subculture
Even your own brother 'll smoke you
Even your own brother 'll smoke you

Ayo, I'm everything you niggas dream of
Green beam on a street sweeper let me tell you something mean jean
Fiends lean CD-jean hawks on the gene genius
Gott'm beggin' on my doors for teasers
Gimme two now I buy six later please yes
Here it take two I finally get my money then you meetin' Jesus
He fresh front row next to julia
32 shots, hit you with 22 of'm
Cave in your roofs so lately canadian goose
I play the mac like 3000 playing the
All h plate with the residue we never lackin'
When they was (entrapped?) We chose the 5000 extra
Hermes all check [lamor loch neck galore?]
Stressin' the box, he got a thousand months left
Allah bless! Ah
Hopped out the coup, bitch want to fuck my neck (scrrt!)

I must confess, the flow so wavy it got'm seasick (yeah)
Campaigning for hearts and minds like I'm flyin' over droppin' them leaflets
Psychological violence like what we hit the vietnamese with
Got my pho shaking like the beef is; that's deep shit
International cuisine the menu is prefixed (set priced)
From etiquette, I'll stab you with the fork you use to eat fish
You ain't on no street shit, your remarks facetious
The mark of the beast is marketed to the youth and the truth is the abuse is egregious (real talk)
I developed a wider pallet; the diet is divers scallops
Towers in front of the palace phallic but you (write us off the fighters' ballot?)
I had to put away things that's childish (what up?)
I'm a grown man so my hands is calloused
I put'm on you watch you curl up like a cowlick
Fuck your suggestions if your house a mess
The feds got me monitored like house arrest
'Cause my politics is malcom x
You talk too much just give your mouth a rest
I live my life without the stress, 'cause niggas love the drama like it's falcon crest

Finer thangs, hoes like dough and diamond rings
They want shiny things, go bang bang
Yea, you're real lucky at this game
Go bang bang
But the minute you put yourself away from the people
No matter how backward and corny you might think they are
Then you are isolated, standing there by yourself
And you will get killed! You will get killed, and it's not about being killed!
Liberation is not about being killed!
We are not interested in those suicides
We want to live! We want a new life!
Everything of value in the black community we must control