Taking to a grimy drum-line and intimidating piano riff, Pharoahe kicks things off with a verse lined with striking imagery. “They burning crucifixes on my lawn again, they want to hang a n***a like an ornament,” he raps. “It’s tormenting mourning over yesterday still yawning inside of a tournament I can’t win, good morning!” Styles P slides through effortlessly, reinforcing his position as one of rap’s realest. “Same shit different toilet, can’t call it, long line of alcoholics in the fam,” he raps, setting up a complex rhyme scheme. “My man gave me work, and I sat up on the strip and got knocked, a long line of homies in the can.”

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QUOTABLE LYRICS

Same shit different toilet, can’t call it, long line of alcoholics in the fam
My man gave me work, and I sat up on the strip and got knocked
A long line of homies in the can
Jail is the ship that don’t sail that hold the slaves
And the judge have you asking for bail like that’s the wave