Audio Note: One

[Verse]
Run with the money makers or come party
Surname out of Lombardy
Word came on a wing of a bird
My father came out the Parisienne gutters
My heart is a product of Montmartre
The dog park from an Indian slum
That sparked a lighter down in Echo Park
My mind is the shiny revolver
Grasped on the cover of Tulsa by Larry Clark
Dark colours seen
Through the eyes of Will Eggleston, Thomas Edison
The promise of modern medicine
Mixed with the Mayans, shit is a science
None of these "rhymers" Aztec (As tech) as me
Y'all should rewind this
Harder, better, stronger, faster
Those designed to be the servants
May instead become the masters
Thirty seconds from disaster
I'm the Rosary beads in the palms of the pastor, clutch