Black Hole of Calkuta

You bunch of s.o.b.'s, you think you’re emcees
You don’t have any fucking style
Nope
The P the A the T the I the E the N the C the E
The beast that leaves you bleeding in the streets
The breeze the fire and the sleet the snow that reigns supreme
The things I believe will make you scream
I’ll take your dreams and crush 'em, motherfuckers think I make believe
The F the L the I the G the H the T I’m Patience we
The death-defying pressed for time obsessive giants basically
So wait and see we here to get the paper like the dog
Open your cranium in the process walking away into the wall
Yo it’s the B the E the come on now, do I really need to spell it out
When the sum of my parts is something too large for any word that’ll fit up in
your mouth?
I mangle breakbeats to blood pudding, see that’s the angle you lack
You haven’t made a name to be slandered, just be thankful for that
So put up with reflection, take a lifetime to go study our records
At the end still just couldn’t comprehend how our pens be the luckiest weapons
Yo dummy forget it I must confess from the jump this is what we expected
When we told 'em to run for they lives, them motherfuckers was running for
second
«The C the A the L the K the U the T the a-a-A»
«Y'all- y’all know the name»
«Flight Distance»
«The beef off the back
The beef off the back
You fu-fu-fucking with the lion in me»
«The M the L the I, the G the H the T»
«Di-Distance, Distance, Distance, Distance»
«Rip the beef off the back
The beef off the back
You fu-fu-fucking with the lion in me, lion in me»
«The B the A the D the I the N the F the O the O the O the O»