Michael & Scottie & Horace - Ugly Heroes

Resonate on sides of the mind like sideburns

Too complex, who want next?

Wave bye through your back with my arm through your pecs

A barbarian who bar, a misfit in the bar

Bury him rhyme bar of a pallbearer with the ball

All time great

I rate or I rake your mind

On a high plane pilot meditating in the sky

Know the word play’s top notch

Not stopping till the name’s known

In cities in more hoods than in chop shops

Huh, stop, watch, listen, learn, study, memorize

Fuck a metronome somebody grab a stopwatch

Call shots, boss like a Soprano

Boss on the mic you the boss of a Sbarro

It’s Michael and Scottie and Horace

Holding automatic rifles to body the chorus

Go

«Never be able to understand what we got son» — M.O.P.

'On The Front Line'

So tell Barack to drop a bomb on this bitch

Been underground for so long I found Osama and Saddam in this bitch

I mean I’m ominous, god damn, plots to watching the kid

Anonymous just hit my DM on some reconnaissance shit

Synonymous with drunken novelists and proud of that shit

Some gin and tonics give me opulence I’m out of this bitch

Like fuck rap, you can have it back I’m out in the sticks

Not selling out just realistic, I’m not counting on shit

I’m not Mackelmore

Not going back and forth to who’s backpacking more

I’m packing tours and diligently cracking doors

Uh

And I’m not mad at yours

So why you mad at mine?

I can feel the hate you don’t gotta speak like a pantomime

So this ain’t real rap

It’s anti real rap

I make that feel rap when you see me kneel rap

I write my rhymes where my blood congealed at

I do it for the people — that New Deal rap