Everywhere I Go - Self Scientific, The Game, Talib Kweli

Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to you?

Well I can tell you what did not happen to you

You didn’t get your ass on this Cathedral mixtape

Sissyyyyyyyyy

For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary

Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G

That’s why I be high B, so don’t ask me why I’m not speakin' nigga

Just ain’t countin' no money up wit' cha

The fuck we got to talk about?

Not seachin' for Bobby Fischer

But somethin' sticky and super official

To burn with my girls in the parkin' lot

Surrounded by 'em before I got out

Parched aren’t we?

Honestly shorty, let me check make sure I ain’t got no fleas up on me

From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches

Old veterans get bit by the youngins

I swear to God that them puppies 'll kill ya

Field of dreams, they come true if you build it

So I made myself if y’all can dig it

Everywhere I go we roll up

Everywhere I go we pour up

I know you think you shinin' nigga, so what?

It wasn’t going down til we showed up

You know it’s going down-n-n

You know it’s going down-n-n

Across the water or across the border

See my second line deep like I’m from New Orleans

You a snitch nigga type that’ll call the law

So before the slaughter I get my thoughts in order

Seen your rapper on stage you and your little crew

We so sick of these Thelonius dudes

Annoyance grew and the audience boo

We had enough of your corny excuse

Living in the world of my own adventure

Life a gunfight, a knife is your only weapon

You don’t really know what the fuck you stepped in

Better chill right now, life such a blessing

Save the feedback, where the weed at?

Imagine me at an intervention

You the one who need an intervention

To stop you from interruptin' sessions

Wow that’s such a nasty habit

Wow this marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous

I get selfish when I’m making fuckin' classics

Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or Colorado

When we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud

Got me feelin' so special, no bravado

Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get paid

Cup of some drank keep it stuck in my ways

Livin' life tryna catch me a wave

In the same state they used to wholesale slaves

Pimp tight nigga hold up

Presidential when I roll up, like a playa do

She in love put nothing above purest the drug in a day or two

That’s a playa move, in this game of life can’t cruisade or lose

You gotta be willin' to be the villain to give it gator shoes

I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old school soul

Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the fake

And never ever chase no ho, gotta make that dough

Crack my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel

Cause every now and then, reflect on times

That I ain’t have dimes to fuck or dough to spend

So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the limelight

I don’t need no fame, my aura shine so bright

I’m a star in my own right, forever loyal to the game

I love this nostalgic shit

This whore right here

Is literally like the perfect blow job