[Produced by Thanks Joey]



[Verse 1: NIKO IS]

I was conceived by an angel with a halo made of gold

Got the beats by Thanks Joey then I tailor-made the flow

Now I say the greatest phrases that could razorblade the throat

Visit the strangest places in a space ship that's space shipped

See the greatest is my alias, maybe it's just my fro

Fame is a vain bitch ass getting naked for the dough

Hating on the glow of the craziest

Packing stadiums in the back like daisies

Mama made me spontaneous

Stimulating the labias of the ladies in my radius

It's hard to digest my food for thought, bad pancreas

Mama made me ??? was playing Julio Iglesias

Acting like she don't see nothing

Jamie Foxx, Van Backer, and that goes like phantasmal

Mothers of Invention and that's word to Frank Zappa

Jam backer, stuck in my way like Anne Hatha-

This game is chess, I'm moving like a grandmasta

Bobby Fischer at 13, look, checkmate

I spit a sixteen like a chess game

Yes mane, pawns try to move me, I got prawns on my sushi

I'm the Fonz, I'm so coolie, James Bond in the movie



[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

'Ey mi corazoncito, feel my heart beat

I got a heart of darkness, they hunting for that dark meat

Running like an athlete, black feet

Bare against the concrete

Cool like palm trees in the calm breeze

You see the future in my rhymes like they palm leaves

The mic is in my heart not a side piece

Like palm feet, so pardon me

We go back like we some car seats

Green party like I'm speaking on Garvey, the far see

Now rock to the beat like a kid with ADD when you rocking the seat

I never talk in riddles, I'm like Ridelin when I'm rocking to sleep

They shot in the street just like photography

Whether my pockets are deep or not just know my flow is rich

The dough is just the mark of the beast

I'm known for dropping the heat in a market of meat

Yeah, like fuck what you think the project needing

And they musically starving and I got them eating

Thank God I'm breathing, thank God I'm beasting

You see the odds are stacked against us now I got them even

I give them something to believe in when I spit it

Life is a bitch that ain't gender specific, let's get analytic

Said love is a political technology

But we ain't work out the bugs yet so it ain't working properly



[Verse 3: NIKO IS]

My father was a pimp, Iceberg Slim

Ever since I was a boy, I wanted to be just like him

Addicted to chasing sin, living and making friends

Trippin' on my conditions, while sippin' in Layton gin

Blow like Chicago wind, every time that I go in

If you want to swim with sharks

You have to hang on to my fin

Had to ride a raft, well that I got velvet skin

I'm tired of waiting, mama, my patience is getting thin

Climb the family tree, tryna keep it G for my kin

Giggling to the Bay, now I got a permanent grin

Write a song about bitches, now bitches are Halloween

Had some hard times but now my rhymes are bringing the dollars in

Since you gave me ask two pence

But through that you gave me strength

Talk some sense into me, now I make sense on the beat

And it make sense for my pockets

So don't be sensitive mama

Mama, you see no dents in my armor