Out Think Me Now - Solomon Childs

Females better try to trick me now

Cats better try and Out Think Me Now

Stick me now, maybe even kill me now

Let me dominate for two years strong

You motherfuckers’ll never stop the storm

What?

Yeah.

Uh-huh, what?

Yeah.

You cowards follow, I’ma lead

Millenium speed, Jeopardy, Greed

Golden seed, militant breed

This is all a real thug need

Science of life dunn, black Oriental

Forever bronze to star, day room war

Apocalypse raw

Limit the sky, let me simplic-ify

Mama said, «God should never cry»

War with The Source, ya girl know me, straight live

Found out swine was in Pop Tarts in '85

You old school cats is talkin jive

320 E, bumping Tony Starks shit

I don’t trust a soul

I don’t trust Canal Street gold

I don’t trust Timberland’s double sole

I don’t trust cats on the block who done told

I don’t trust Avirex leathers when it be cold

Settin fire to ya rap books

Frontin you could get punched in ya mouth

King of New York, this is what a thug about

Uh.

yeah.

Apocalypse gifted storm, eyes of Islam

Pain inside Maria eyes

Money low got the Gods in the streets heated

Left the Queens in the world seated

Two kids my baby mom’s speeded

Poverty, swears Allah cheated

Keep it strawberry, catchin cancer

Missin the World Series

Solomon Childs extraordinaire

Power of the dollar

Body Brighton, Allah body

Thugged out, ready to flip

2000 New York rookie

Hard to hit, who want beef?

Put 'em on the murder cross, imperial laws

Consider me bein top rank

With Pony and Frank

Yo what the deal, Lunar?

No more small cookies

Rather get paid and crush rookies

Me and Mama gettin land with this voice box

Tracks hotter than the Red Sox

Who ever had doubts.

Yo Baby Boy, this is what a thug about

The storm is.