Clyde Drexler

[Verse 1: Ill Conscious]
Never needed
To pull the validation, I peep the teeth on the wolves
Salivating, sticking to my story, the nine was pulled for
Retaliation, writing italics, critical acclamation
Sipping from the chalice, the queen inside of the palace, waiting
Metallic casings whenever we beef blatantly
Eating niggas’ food, it’s delectable, sweet, savory
Lead gracefully, it’s the one that they speak favorably
The God’s scheming flagrantly all on your weak agency
The rhyming Dillinger raw as a dose of cider vinegar
They copy literaturе, y’all niggas defined as miniatures
Making surе my product is spread to proper distributors
Pass papers amongst like-minds like a petitioner
My children the only reason I’ll cancel a session
But when I’m in the booth, I gotta just channel the legends, and for that
I got the greatest fans, stamped with affection
They put me in the position, and so I ran with the blessings

[Hook: Ill Conscious]
We’re straying away from unfamiliar processes
If you can feel this, nigga, digest it (So get high)
Clyde Drexler, we apply pressure
Nigga, we the Gods, they know who the prospects is

[Verse 2: Ill Conscious]
Wake up and smell the chrysanthemums
My enemies speak the opposite language like they’re antonyms
Baltimore to the Brooklyn Zoo, pardon the animals
Agricultural revolution with garden botanicals
They want to enslave us, becoming a late statistic, and
They want us in cages, and the government want us to face conviction
They’re playing against us and want us to stay in the trenches. I give ‘em
Amazing diction instead of one of my days in prison. Listen
I’m one of the greatest under the Mason-Dixon, staying
Enlisted in the ears Richmond to Chattanooga
Standing true to the music for all of the fan consumers ‘til
My pilgrimage to Mecca resembling Mansa Musa
Loud packs, anomalies indulge in the exoticness
Optimus got me testing the waters like toxicologists
Rocking with intentions to put a stop to the lobbyists
We the conclusion and the hypothesis, black opulence
My rhymes burning inside, shots of tequila, my earth
Bearing my daughter, that’s baby [?]
Cut from a different cloth, that’s why I polly with leaders
Keeping our minds nourished, we moving highly strategic, and while
The black millionaire coons bask in glory
We coming from the tenements, telling them true stories
Hoping they can resonate, and they feeling it surely
This is for them predecessors who did it before me

[Hook: Ill Conscious] (x2)
We’re straying away from unfamiliar processes
If you can feel this, nigga, digest it (So get high)
Clyde Drexler, we apply pressure
Nigga, we the Gods, they know who the prospects is