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Gold Watch

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Let's peruse the essentials of Cool

A brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu

That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's

A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school

Now let's peruse the essentials of Cool

A brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu

That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's

A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school

In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet

My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Cheng clock

Shit might not go to college but my street smart polished

Like the black fingernails of that punk rock logic

Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects

Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise

Was trading off my comics, I was taking them to school

One of Jay-Z boys now I'm skating in your pool

Not to be rude, I'm just hating on your rules

Like a young 50, I'm on my world tour

Good morning Singapore, I'm bringing the sun wit me

From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities

I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies

Parisian sensibility, so stay out the vicinity of

Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just

Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain

With my fancy car and my diamond ring

With my fancy broad and she foreign

So it's no words and it's no slang

And I'm no trick and I'm no lame

It's just so slick that she's so game and it's

Yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just yea, yea, she love it over here

I like City candles and Maharishi sandals

And Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder surface samples

I like False T-shirts, Dover street is off the handle

Such a good designer, Junya Watanabe got damn you

I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Mackro Solo

Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polo's

I like Montblanch pens and Moleskine paper

I like Goyard bags and green Now or Later's

Monocle magazine and Japanese manga

Futura, noz furatus and HTM trainers

I love Street Fighter 2, I just really hate Zangeif

Only Ken and Ryu, I find it hard to beat Blanka

Keep a Wii ninja hanging and an Unkle album banging

If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of

Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just

Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain

With my fancy car and my diamond ring

With my ghetto broad and she so plain

Got a couple scars and one of those long names

She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame

And her ex-man had her bagging up cocaine but she

Yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here

But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem

And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean

See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen

The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king

Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy 'bout prettier

And ignorance is enemy so stay out the vicinity of

Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just

Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain

With my fancy car and my diamond ring

With my ghetto broad and she so plain

Got a couple scars and one of those long names

She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame

And her ex-man had her bagging up cocaine but she

Yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here

It's just yea, yea she love it over here and it's

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

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