Making A Murderer

I said, outer space the place that I'm parkin' in

My marketin', when you see the sky darkenin'

Rhyme artisan from the crew that's bipartisan

Hi haters a 5th grader you're not smarter than

Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than

Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it

I just took a flight to France to cop cardigans

At Lanvin

I'm that primetime Buju Banton

And I'm just trying to get it on 'til I die

Am I wrong if I'm living like the laws don't apply?

Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide

It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide

Talented Mr. Trotter squad, beyond qualified

Multiplying the dollar sign, the grind is real it's Palestine

My sidekick came from Columbine

That fly shit came from Saint Laurent

Surprise, bitch! I never lived a false moment in time

Riddle me, what kind of omen am I? You know the slogan is right

I said a weapon should be chosen to fire

Only the ghetto Beethoven replied, the ninth wonder maker

Thunder breaker send these toys to the undertaker

My pen smoking like a rude boy from Jamaica

While I'm erasing every fuckboy from the face of the Earth

What's up, boys? It's time for you to get your weight up

Yo, I probably began in the Rift Valley

In places untraceable by Rand McNally

Took a cobblestone trolley through a Mercer Street alley

The more championship rings than John Salley

Biochemically on par with Salvador Dali

I traveled to Tijuana to smack the federali

Who packing avocado toast like Mario Batali

I'm an ocean without a coast, going back to Cali nigga

Name some other body who equally as I'll

Frequently I see the drama call me Cecil B. Demille

Not a chink up in the armor though I'm lethally for real

People been telling me recently, "Tariq, you need to chill!"

Well picture that, the diplomat pistol slap aristocrats

Any rapper coming for me, I'ma send a missile back

Not too many legends got a legacy that's this intact

That equipment I'm grippin kept where the ammunition at

Soul Makossa like I'm Manu Dibango

Wild as the Democratic Republic of the Congo

I'm Hunter S. Thompson doing it gonzo

A rapper winds up as a John Doe, I told niggas

Sixty seconds to shine before I fold niggas

I must be out of my mind with it, gold diggers

Here come the general for the quadricentennial

I'm a non-millenial what I rep is the old niggas

Let's meet at the crossroads of torsos

And learn some things only the Lord knows

Break the law, it's the only law now, no one knows

Got pies in the oven but no DiGiornos

We all got fucked but no pornos

We ain't growing corn but got cornrows

We ain't playing greens but we be spending it

Lifespan is short, try extending it

If you ain't into reading, I'm recommending it

I'm reading Carter G. Woodson when I'm in the woods

When the money's cut off, then we barter goods

A lot of niggas is cowards that ran out of fatherhood

Should we kill them or let 'em live?

I don't fuck with no suckers, I never did

Mi amore, if you a Moor

If I ever go to war it's the kids I do it for

I eat emcees they can send me a few of yours

And by a few I mean way more than two

You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through

And watch them get beat like African drums do

Also, I probably gave lessons to Sun Tzu

Lyrically I'm Bruce Lee master of Kung Fu

Rhyming with Black Thought assessing the black thought

I told you that I'm conscious but bitch we'll clap off

I'ma be the one that they hold in a rap off

I ain't wrapped too tight, nigga I snap off

Or maybe I snap on

When I go for the rhyme my nigga the latch on

I'm Hannibal on an elephant, animal but elegant

Given you hell heaven sent

Light a joint, I've been places you've never been

If I close my eyes, I could die then get wise

Read my life like a script, I'm getting it revised

Used to keep the beat joint right up in the Levi's

I'm the tenth wonder I told them to ask 9th

I'm the other Black Thought, the last air bender

Avatar ghost, the one who could bend time

The one who could bend rhymes, the one who could bend flows

Repping for all niggas, little nigga you know

We the ones who made making of a murderer

Fuck around and you could be in making of a murderer

Ghost!