Killah Tofu lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Kush in the Swisher got a n*gga lightheaded
Heart beating fast, somebody call the paramedics
My credit licking guts so everything is copacetic
Your poems is polyester and your stanzas synthetic
So give me my credit, I got my own lettuce
These n*ggas want handouts, at these record labels beggin'
I walk up in your studio, say "f*ck the atmosphere
Your beat's wack and your engineer have no ear"
Your f*cking up the church's money, my rhymes like verse Sunday
So get the wine out and let's count this money
n*gga
CHECK!
The variation of my patterns is Saturn
Through rhythmic conversation I tell you n*ggas what matters
The ceremony master, your style is a bast*rd
Turn n*ggas Casper, put your jersey in the rafters

[Verse 2: Mr. Muthaf*ckin' eXquire]

f*ck a job, I can't pass the drug test
So much stuff in my system, p*ssin', I could make the cup melt
f*ck death, what comes with success?
A bunch of sc*mbag motherf*ckers and some b*tches with c*m breath
Rap pussies: they don't breathe, they queef
That's word, the opus mag
Them fringe benefits will have a n*gga on the edge
Paranoid, paranoid, everybody's out to get me
Could work, you pay half and grow old, or I could be Biggie
Biggie, pump your brakes like Mieneke
Holland b*tches sucking my di*k while I sip, Heineken
The Adderall is like a star on Mario: multicolored glow
I could gong the gongshow
Boss like, n*ggas perpetrate that they ain't this
Just bow down to a n*gga and kiss my fist
I gives a f*ck like a glory hole
Been ill since I wrote my first rhyme in '99 with the N.O.R.E. flow
Same thoughts as back then, I'm just weaker now
The more I think about my past, I push it deeper down
Inhale, exhale, life is like Braille
It ain't about what you can see, it's more about what you can feel
Motherf*cker