Away from you

Yo, I′m sick, no lymph nodes is swollenThey told me even when the records skip, keep it rolling

On the shoulder like a California highway patrolman

Launch codes was stolen and sold by Ed Snowden

I fled to Rome and told 'em address me as a Roman

I′m still in photos, posted with my own omen

A thumping kicker for me to slam like Hulk Hogan

It's something like a plain bumper sticker, no slogan

This something for the shooters and back-and-forth commuters

Who never knew the difference in laws and jurisprudence

I feel as though it's safe to assume that to the students

And I can prove it to the way me and DOOM do this

You checking the top-two of a thousand intelligent chaps

With rap projects in housing developments

Cool the cross-legged on a crate like it′s elegant

Try to hate, I′m puffing up your face like a pelican

Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin

Y'all failin′ to see what's shakin′ besides gelatin

News bulletin, I refuse to take the medicine

Fuck a thick skin, I got me a exo-skeleton

The black Colin Farrell in The Lobster

That living like an obstetrician, but not a doctor

Bring the Cambridge, the Websters, the Oxfords

The picture too long to watch, see the synopsis

Compensated for playing nice, it's optics

Product of The Last Poets and The Watts Prophets

Ah, stop it, it′s beyond out-of-pocket

Donezo, I hit the gun show and got a rocket

Catastrophic, supreme microphoners

In Mexico, we the legendary dos cojones

Brothers, both components of the close to coldest

Court holders with bars as hard as Angola's

Away from you

DOOM get rude with the dude off chips

The mood switch, he chewed off strips of a Broodwich

Danger make him groove off a glitch

Made your boo booty twitch and the crew rich, bitch

Always wanted to say that

Ever since the days in hallways tauntin' a stray cat

The one he often frequently slapped around

All the while, waited then graduated, cap and gown

Hated the rap sound

Debated the crap until he felt he had it mapped out

Enough to have the game trapped and bound

Scratchin′ the crown with the names of lames who yapped the noun

Or verb, for that matter

Had no data for a herb who chat chatter

Oh, Erik Estrada

Fat rat, the mask made him batty as a mad hatter

Known for his absurd word choices

And will ignore you if you ask him if he heard voices

Look, the energy is crazy

Far as he was concerned, the enemy was lazy

Your attention please

Freeze, he came to seize the free cheese

Before he flees to Belize

In case you forgot to mention, squeeze these

Just keep it on a need-to-know basis

They knew he was a negro, so no need to show faces

Back in the days of no laces

On a slow pace, they used to say he might could go places

Meh, whatever the case is

The card he played was ace of spades, but no races

A spastic, some call loony

When he spit a tune sarcastic as Paul Mooney

Away from you

Away from you