Prologue (JFK) - John Williams & London Symphony Orchestra

This is the shit that you lit up a spliff to Hitchu in ribs, I'm amiss if I miss you Wish you would live up to my expectations Then take you away to a place that'll lift you Isn't it funny that money's objectively nothing Until it buys something Then suddenly coming up outta the cracks is the hungry I'm dumb as a dunce if I think that they fuck with me Running on stunted legs, rounded like bundted breads Rueful that hundred percent of my check went to summer rent Now I got nothing left Up to the challenge on average the half of my words that are comin' up savage Make up for the rest that are nothing Nonsensical mentions, detritus and babbles I'm bad with the tension So please lend me lobes or at least just pretend it But back to the pest of a question at hand Who is this ever peculiar man? The one who can come up here, come up with nothing But somehow his stuff is still bumpin' Well let me fill you in Like pastries sure to give a cop a grin I think I gotta stop my drop in oxygen But gosh look at the clock it's tickin' Time to let the toxins in My demons in a boxing gym I'm sounding quite obnoxious when I know I got a pot to piss in This is just a spot to spit this Real shit that I gotta deal with Deep within my own cerebral Evil doesn't even cut it Kinda like I stuck a stick of dynamite inside a muppet Kirmit must be flustered, Swedish Chef covered in mustard Plus the lust I got for Piggy's guaranteed to make it awkward Never felt a body softer In the rafters I could hear the laughter Chatter that amassed to clashing clatter The sweeter the movement the evergreener be the tulip Mint julep on two lips, the truest fruit I ever knew is A beautiful thing When you no longer need the shower to sing When gladder tidings more exciting than the shiniest bling I like this ring, I think it be uncut It started up in Howie's butt I need you like a hole in head And now I got another one Power be the reason Sour be the seasoning Rather Lawry's on this bitch I'm feasting Moon to earth, reverse in Gleason Type of prick to put a pickled pepper through your peepers Then tell you you're screaming's fucking with the speakers ("Shh") Once upon a time I kinda tried alignment Finding I'd just rather bide my time Than climb this mountain that's inside me Blinding my own eyes so I won't have to see the day That angels come on down from somewhere Just to take it all away That's why I'm kinda goin nowhere, JFK to LGA That's why I'm kinda goin nowhere JFK to LGA Hey 'Ey 'Ey 'Ey

Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Step up Step up, bitch Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Yeah Bitch my reputation solid Check my knowledge Tell you shit you couldn't even learn in college Chains like bondage causing carnage Learned to tell em how it is I've been balling like I'm bald I'm on my Jada Pinkett Smith yo Nah like Jordan I just pray for the kids I grill like foreman changing forms While they been sitting to piss My weed imported: shit is foreign And I'm smoking a zip I hear like Horton Write like Pusha Thornton,H.O.V.A, and Swift (Ohh) And I just bodied this shit Go do lobotomies I'm by the sea Afloat in a ship I write my odyssey in Prada jeans Thats blue like a Crip I take a ride and see My pride is free removed my grip, yeah Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping So whats the difference between me and fakes? I'm doing digits on these bigots making positive gains These little bitches posting snippets Getting negative plays So I'll be climbing to the top while they'll be passing away I give em straight hits Lifting up these bitches like a facelift Tasteless motherfuckers couldn't fuck with my shit Timeless, bitch I'm moving mountains like I'm mindless (Hahahahaha) And this the best that a rhyme gets I been getting Curry money Check my fucking dialect Hide it like it's dirty money Underneath a pyrex Women getting flirty dummy I don't need a bitch I been riding with my baby since the day that we been kids yo Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping Hope they remember me like Kennedy, I'm popping (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping) (Popping, popping, popping)