Released: June 22, 2018
Featuring: MF DOOM Freddie Gibbs
Songwriter: Freddie Gibbs MF DOOM DJ Muggs
Producer: DJ Muggs
[Intro: Sample]
This is the day of the dead
An ancient tradition during which the deceased
Are believed to return to their families
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Wrote this rhyme straight across, clown sure to take a loss
You know they jealous if behind his back they ever say he soft
Spin back around, quick! Confront 'em and they play it off
Young and the world is full of it, forge ahead, stay the course
At the bar, who's buying?
Been in the game so long, he can tell when dudes lying
Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit (spits)
Nahhh, keeps his integrity all of it
Must be too strong for tugging spirits
Guess everything is fair in love and lust and lyrics
Kinda fancying suckers hide behind the bread
To the point that the hammer be behind the head (click click)
Fire kid, bang, cocky sense of power, think they running shit
By the hour, dissipating into nothingness
Villain up in this bitch with a bottle, it's empty
It won't go to waste, zero empathy
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, ambulance is rushing you, insurance paid deductibles
Ninja Turtles backpack, 38. next to my Lunchables
Took 'em to the sweet suite, I made 'em drinks, no Dr. Huxtable
Benzy got massage seats but a bitch can't get too comfortable
My bottom line and my revenue
Man that's the only thing that ever resonates
Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe
Sit back and watch a nigga medicate
How the fuck is rehabilitation
When you tossing youngins to the prison gates?
I ain't kill him, I just shot him in the face
But they gon' give me 20 if I violate
God damn, nigga
Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this
Bitch, I'm half man, half cocaina
In a pissy staircase serving gigas
In a dirty kitchen cooking up some Tina
Got it from a Mexican off Alameda
Told the homie we can swap it out
He gave me two bricks for the two-seater
Put a Steve Young in a two-liter
Niggas having seizures, bitch I'm through leaning
I cannot afford to sleep out on these streets
Niggas have you on the news leaking
Put a nigga face up on the news station
Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini
Maserati Ghibli, sent your hoe to see me
I'm the Don, call me Freddie Gandolfini
Nigga what, nigga
[Outro: MF DOOM]
Zero empathy
This is the day of the dead
An ancient tradition during which the deceased
Are believed to return to their families
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Wrote this rhyme straight across, clown sure to take a loss
You know they jealous if behind his back they ever say he soft
Spin back around, quick! Confront 'em and they play it off
Young and the world is full of it, forge ahead, stay the course
At the bar, who's buying?
Been in the game so long, he can tell when dudes lying
Sneaky pricks sure to get hit with a ball of spit (spits)
Nahhh, keeps his integrity all of it
Must be too strong for tugging spirits
Guess everything is fair in love and lust and lyrics
Kinda fancying suckers hide behind the bread
To the point that the hammer be behind the head (click click)
Fire kid, bang, cocky sense of power, think they running shit
By the hour, dissipating into nothingness
Villain up in this bitch with a bottle, it's empty
It won't go to waste, zero empathy
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah, ambulance is rushing you, insurance paid deductibles
Ninja Turtles backpack, 38. next to my Lunchables
Took 'em to the sweet suite, I made 'em drinks, no Dr. Huxtable
Benzy got massage seats but a bitch can't get too comfortable
My bottom line and my revenue
Man that's the only thing that ever resonates
Larry Fishburne, deep cover hoe
Sit back and watch a nigga medicate
How the fuck is rehabilitation
When you tossing youngins to the prison gates?
I ain't kill him, I just shot him in the face
But they gon' give me 20 if I violate
God damn, nigga
Might have to come out that mask if you snort a line of this
Bitch, I'm half man, half cocaina
In a pissy staircase serving gigas
In a dirty kitchen cooking up some Tina
Got it from a Mexican off Alameda
Told the homie we can swap it out
He gave me two bricks for the two-seater
Put a Steve Young in a two-liter
Niggas having seizures, bitch I'm through leaning
I cannot afford to sleep out on these streets
Niggas have you on the news leaking
Put a nigga face up on the news station
Wanna TMZ me eating tortellini
Maserati Ghibli, sent your hoe to see me
I'm the Don, call me Freddie Gandolfini
Nigga what, nigga
[Outro: MF DOOM]
Zero empathy