Flash Gordon

[Intro]
 Yeah
 Kweli in the house
 Dave West is what I'm talkin' about, you know?
 Yea yea yea yo yea yo yea yea yea yo yea yo Yea yea yea yooohh yooohh
 [Verse]
 Make a joy for noise until the lord people have flawed
 Cause the pen is mightyer than the sword
 Leavin' the floor
 Cause my words cut deeper than a tissue massage
 I got hooks and lines that sink y'all like the fishermens ride
 I'm on mission for god he blessed me to spit it this hard
 A lot of niggaz star shit but they don't finish the job
 I'm like Minister Farrakhan or an african that finish' the marathon
 The pain in my voice is *?*
 No matter what playin' 'em on I carry on
 Even if the dawn is over head I carry on
 Then a Flash Gordons scar on my face is a *?*
 Passports splash with blood from the battle I last fought in
 I want to cash all in
 Or I start breakin' like glass *?* put The Blast on 'em like my last tourin'
 Or fast forward just to catch what I say
 Yo I say some shit like that just to mess with your head, come on
 [Chorus]
 Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
 In the hour of cast
 We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?
 We got babies
 We got bills
 Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel
 And let it out (let it out)
 Get it out (get it out)
 Work it out (work it out)
 Sweat it out
 [Hook]
 I don't know
 If you know
 My history I do it big
 Like Notorious did
 Get all the play like this accordin' the kid
 Gangster like knock out never little *?* all in his *?*
 Crazy like the little hand on the seven, the big hand on the six
 JayLo, yo
 Whether you all in the mix or if you stay low
 Everybody say hoooo hoooo hoooo hoooo
 [Hook]
 I don't know
 If you know
 My history you don't know me
 Chop the game till it's blue like a varicose vein
 And I can't remember the last time I felt this terrible pain
 And the whole shit blew up
 Was it for vain?
 They'll be lookin' through the rubble like they searchin' for Hussein
 I'm lookin through the club I'm really searchin for who's sane
 The music got everyone crazy and who to blame
 People pair think there'll be some uglyness up their hair
 End up in intensive care with a *?* stare, you know?
 [Chorus]
 Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
 In the hour of cast
 We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?
 We got babies
 We got bills
 Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (feel it)
 And let it out (let it out)
 Get it out (get it out)
 Work it out (work it out)
 Sweat it out
 [Hook]
 I don't know
 If you know
 My history you don't know me
 It's the black hand bustin' the tek
 Gettin' it wet without bustin' a sweat
 Swingin' for the upper deck
 It's the black man cuttin' the check
 The nigger's the boss
 The niggers want to test if they addicted to laws
 I spit on the floor
 The right hook will get at you, yo
 Make to track my baby mama when I'm hittin' it raw
 I rap through:
 Wars and tours and whores on the floors I did it for force
 so I spit at all the shit that I saw
 I party with supermodels who wanna take of they clothes
 The ones who smokin' cocain so they don't fuck up they nose
 I walked the slums of Soweto and the streets of Havanna
 Takin' pictures with kids who never seen a camera
 From the land of the alabama since the night in the cally
 Bumpin' gangster music like a freedoms song in the rally
 Out the back of yo' *?* give you the skitty like Ally McBeal
 It's the black steel, Brooklyn know the deal, what?!
 [Chorus]
 Grabbin' the black steel, bowh
 In the hour of cast
 We ain't rapper till they pay us, is that real?
 We got babies (yeah)
 We got bills (yeah)
 Put your hands up in the air if you know how I feel (come on)
 And let it out (let it out)
 Get it out (get it out)
 Work it out (work it out)
 Sweat it out
 [Hook] - repeat 4X with various adlibs
 I don't know
 If you know
 My history you don't know me