Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Black Thought, Joey Bada$$, Raekwon Album: Extended Play Song: Bird's Eye View Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Raekwon] (Statik Selektah sample) (Statik Selektah!) Let's do this man for real [Verse One: Raekwon] We smoke big blunts cigars is us It's obvious kids we regulate up shit movin through crush The beats is grim the ambiance plush The speaker won't bang the sneaker won't lust Snitches wish that the eagle 'gon bust Catch you in the wrong spot you dust Statik yo, bring that habit this is magic Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth I get you gatted Sports cars we endorse yards Everybody four stars Rae like forty, Jerry Gordy Your creature game corny, I eat your dame hop up on me Head off the rip, grab the whip rest maturely Hang around the vets in the sweats Since '97 we was rolexin the extra Fuck around a hundred teks flash flex cash Drugs money and sex, dumb checks smashin [Verse Two: Joey Bada$$] Watchin the game from a bird's eye view They say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew Chakras open, binocular scopin, sour smokin Hopin my best buzz, ain't only in it for the tokens Cause, they say if who you jokin with, chokin potent with Tag-team and strokin chicks, the ones who do some bogus should Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip Mackin jewels in your whips, boomin your hits and screwin your bitch Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is Kickin it since the womb, now you, see what the fetus is And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit? Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top I'ma make hot drops, snakes stakes history Dreams of livin civilly in Sicily Laughing with a fan like [Verse Three: Black Thought] It's the elephant in the room Created by a collision of the sun and the moon My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb That was soon, to be doper than her-on in a spoon I'm astonishin, honestly my future lookin promisin As my skin tone and a crystal-clean onyx is Darker thoughts let the beats break like the Amish's I'm a stroke of genius like, Mickalene Thomas is Hip-Hop and body rockin, doin it dude I am a livin definition of improvin the groove I use the same tools to shoot, that Ku-b-rick used Take your hero to the river, give him two b-rick shoes Who lose? If you really ain't nobody 'til somebody love you I say you ain't nobody 'til they speakin highly of you And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double You got a couple homies down to catch a homi' for you? Well I'ma fold niggaz into origami for you The most notorious, poet laureate Whole story is, glorious, stoic warriors And, I got my eyes wide open on you quasi Haters still smirkin like the Gators on the Izod Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggaz are imposters, long drawn-out process Triple O.G.'s got a worn-out conscience Reminiscin to when we was all-out monsters on, our Sierra Leone, reignin tyranny I strike fear in they hearts, rappers steer clear of me Black, Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover Game's over, bill folder, give niggaz that Ebola virus Huh? You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus Nah, I'm on your block with Somali pirates [Outro: Statik Selektah Scratchin] For real man Statik man what's goodie?-"Raekwon" Y-Y-Yeah y'all know I gets it on!-"Nas" I-I-I ain't playin I'm truly the worst-"Big Pun" A-A-Always goin about fast-"Joe Budden" This is raw, raw like fuck kid represent-"Raekwon"