Fall Back - Blockhead, Billy Woods

Might be a bit unorthodox, but just let me cook, man

I’m just gonna stir everything up, y’know?

Get me 'round the stove

All types of shit could happen, man

French toast, brioche bread

Thick cut bacon, fluffy eggs

No, my client will not be naked for the magazine spread

But remains open to other cockamamie notions

And forms of co-opting

Group was McLaughlin

Had the co-op hopping like Mao

At the Co-Op, Stringer Bell

Moving fast, Benny Hill

Fell in love, fucked, grew apart, broke up

And it’s only Thursday

And it’s only Thursday

Thirsty in the worst way

She dismounted with a curtsy

Stuck the landing, gold medals jangling

I’m feeling like Jane Fonda’s cannon

Luckily cannabis his constant companion

Crisp as the skin on that Wu-Tang salmon

Grudgingly put his name in the fuckin' canon

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

The game ain’t the same but he still watch like a bookie

And kept strange strains;

Black Girl Scout Cookies

Made it right with two wrongs

By moonlight burnt the barn

Local beef sustainably farmed

Passed your number one draft, pick the bong

Said son, there’s more where that came from

On my knees getting God up to speed

Still found a way to bury the lead

Blackface chimney sweep

Swam from Robben Island to your all-white beach

When he’s gone your moms might weep

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue

The Good Die, I’m Still Standing

Dim Sum with Henry Canyons

Everything was banging

Late show out in LA, I’m Gary Shandling

Afterwards she said this just can’t happen

I’m sensing a pattern

And she still wear the ring, cold like Saturn

Dove deep dark ponds, the heart wants

Carte blanche, she wet like Good Hope but still said no

Easin' off that good dope, you already know

Sick wit' it, said she liked how the dick fitted

And the angle it bend, but we all know how this shit ends

Just say he’s the best, let’s not argue