An echo from the hosts that profess infinitum - Shabazz Palaces

All that diamond dust blowing up your hopes

Flamboyant obstacles

Deals made to cope, wow

Embroidered truths

Shots at all you soft niggas, huh

Ideas in recline, rise of the lost,

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

No yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah Yeah

Hey, here we stand

Slave to networks, master plans

Swag’s the brand, open a can

Chain’s off still, y’all never ran

I brag, I boast, I kill, I coast, I toast to cake and crime

Doing the most, a stronger dose, a king at leisure time

So your grace or mine

Don’t these legs fantastasize

Gang signs point to hang them high

Who, Swindle?

Oh yeah, that’s my guy

The forecast: Heat, with chance to blast

Hustle though sure don’t seem fast

My kiss, my list, my dreams, my stash

See certain things need not be asked

You think I’m selfish, exist only to wish on stars

Lay in wait, then cut the bars and then go ice the guards

Touch the hood and go kiss granny, catch a box of food

Play the blade and feel that sunlight till you’re in the mood

But who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think who you are?

Who do you think who you are?