Strangers (feat. A$AP Rocky and Run The Jewels) - Danger Mouse & Black Thought

For your boy, I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive What's your name again? Nobody knows it Don't speak to me nigga, you not important, I'm focused (two, three, four) "Bring in the horns" They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy I'm sicky Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon And a terrorist, goddamn it, I couldn't believe it Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger I clearly don't give a fuck, so you could run that shit back And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat (man...) Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round Damn, 'got to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raising the stakes Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 Well, when we ate, it was the steaks, now our section is great 'Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass him a plate 'Ye! Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? 'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks but I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike Richer than white people with black kids Scarier than black people with ideas Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin' (yeah) They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin' I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me, "Are you still down?" Yeah, my nigga It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome" I am the free nigga archetype (woo) I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon It's funny, when you get extra money Every joke you tell just be extra funny (yeah) I mean, you can even dress extra bummy Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me (woo) Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup? Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck Hold up (skrrrrt) I studied the proportions Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" For your boy, I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room, damn (two, three, four) Hold your fuckin' horses Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it Like I bet it at a auction Been exhausted, I been workin' While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips Fuckin' losers Hold your fuckin' ponies, my homie I'll whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoney's, yeah (yeah) It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear This them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys For the nine-nine and 2000 But its the two-thou' and the one-four and the one-five Yo, what up Wayne? What up slime? Nigga, go hard Yeah, I'ma go hard like before came Got too much drive, need like ten lanes Life is a broad, and she give brain That's that road head (yeah), this a dream car Got a full tank of that same year I was born That's that 1-9-9-1 'Nother nigga like I, you won't find one 'Cause nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb (yeah) Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y-one Fuck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut, eat up I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda Oh my goodness Wayne, them bitches ugly These niggas colder than Tommy buddy Ye, we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel (black ass nigga) They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling Boy, let's get a scrimmage And cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers And a couple owners that's kinda German You bring the nooses And a couple trees, where the money grow And get bodies burnin' 'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was Fuck us, maybe we should team up Anti-Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either I'm a liar, I'm a faggot (ugh) Son, you need Jesus But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchini, I know It ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame Or lame, nor strange Nah faggot, it's Golf Wang

Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice Cube, all about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi A$AP, my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage (cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist Shootin that three like a swish Moving in silence, I need me some guidance I'm wildin' this money and violence Come out the projects, I want it, I got it Margiela just running through college Fresh out the Porsche, check out my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, aye Getting a check for my thoughts, aye Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the 80's Droop with the grippy, I cruise through the bity I'm buggin out crazy, no brazy Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast when I skrt they can't chase me Margiela Marino now she wanna date me She see the money, now she tryna play me Hope out the Rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules, stay on the news And you know my shot go swish Shoot from a three point, boy I won't miss Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip, don't front, you get hit Funny vibes, I can sense something different in the air It's like a weight being lifted Take some hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents' livid Cause you making millions Make em wanna live it than you make a living Over what you spent and making poor decisions Music for the children, hope they make it Major even independent, free them out the penni' Keep him out the prison, writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag 2017, 2018 They breaking my hoes in half Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad Foreign bitches, pull up Type of bitches nigga wish he had Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings [.45 that] chopper, it ready to spit on you niggas All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting siddity Ya, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy All of my bitches get millie Popping that molly prescription All of my niggas they dishing I just go hard in the kitchen Bitches they fuckin', they lickin' Carti, I'm getting that, uh Told her go mind her own business 'Fore I die, I'mma make a billie Stack a couple millie, 'Rari in the billy House upon the hilly, diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with me repping Philly Oh lord, it's the Hood Pope Shouldn't walk 'cause I could float Model bitch, get a good throat Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring Prada on me, bitch I do my thing I ain't gotta talk to you niggas lame Disappear on 'em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, man I'm getting that bag See I remember times I was broke, now a nigga chasin' that bag

Make no mistake I don't do anything for free and I keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me And if you think that there is shelter in this attitude Where do you feel the warmth of my gratitude Ah I get the feeling that it's two against one Ah I'm already fighting me so what's another one? The mirror is a trigger and your mouths a gun Ah Lucky for me I'm not the only one And if it looks to me like you and your reflection For them to add your own fight to this dimension Then tell it that this ain't no free for all to see There's only three It's just you and me against me Ah I get the feeling that it's two against one Ah I'm already fighting me so what's another one? The mirror is a trigger and your mouths a gun Ah Lucky for me I'm not the only one Lucky for me I'm not the only one And if your foot soldiers, syncophants and yes man For them to break into the middle of this little plan Then they should plan to hear me say that I wont play around But wait anyway I planned a plan to drown them Ah I get the feeling that it's two against one Ah I'm already fighting me so what's another one? The mirror is a trigger and your mouths a gun Ah Lucky for me I'm not the only one Lucky for me I'm not the only one

Feat. Black Thought It's not latin, or white, or black music It's that cooked up coke, crack music Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet It's that lucid rapid eye movement My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure Mega, reality, tera, giga Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you So when the beat intensifies I become emotionally desensitized Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin' I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names That shall remain anonymous Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous It's like I'm married to the silencer Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King Philanthropic Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?) Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang! Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim Take stock in the soul, spit properly Take stock in the soul, spit properly That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe National Association for the Advancement Of drugs for performance enhancement And it's tough taking so many chances But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems Was hood, I am the actual answer And I'll prove it Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin' In a barrel of lobster Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side Killin' is the dark side Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin' Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck Yea, it's suicide murder Straight from the underground through the fiber optics Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher The movement outlandish