Hardcore

[Interlude]
So it's Friday night and I was chilling downtown
With my old-school crew drinking Gatorade and peach soda
'Cause we hardcore nigga's, you know?
And we like do to with something like that
And I saw this cutie standing by the bodega
I said, "hey baby, what's your name?"
He said "I don't know"
I said, "How could you not know your own name, baby?"
He said "It's like Quincy"
I said, "Like, oh, like Quincy Jones?"
He said "No, Quincy Cleofis Jenkins"
I said "Hey, you should have mentioned that before
I remember seeing you way back in Toys 'R Us
You were buying a Barbie for your mums, weren't you?”
He said, "No, I was buying that Barbie for myself"
I said, "That's alright, I used to play with Barbies when I was little"
He said "Really?" and handed me a red Skittle and I ate it
It was rather fruity so I took one back to my crew and split it with them, yeah
I think it was blue. A blueberry Skittle, that's what we like to eat
'Cause we hardcore nigga's
Hardcore nigga's, grabbing our Glocks 'n Teks
Rolled it around high school, picking up thirteen-year-old boys
Yeah, one time
The negro league and the Herbaliser
Chilling with Quincy Cleofis Jenkins on the sex and he does it like that
That's how I like it, that's lowe I hike to do
How I like to do? I flip the word for you
Then I take it back and do another verse
And sometimes I like to fucking curse, ah!
One time, here's a train! going past, making me insane
I knew this boy way back in Brooklyn
He used to like to take triple fat gooses off little babies
And to sell 'em to old ladies for three pennies and two dollars
And buy the change and go buy blow-pops and rainblows and Bazooka Joe's
And even when he was reading comics like the X-men, yeah
But I shot him, I shot him in the head and killed him, yeah
That was way back in September
And I did three (...), got fucked up, got scars on my face
But it's okay 'cause that's how we do it in the place
Hardcore nigga's, that's right
So fuck all that
Then, then talking spaceships and, and, and, and, and that other shit
That I can't remember, just freestyling, chilling with the Herbaliser
Just feeling the vibe in
Wish I could play techie with the shit didn't break so often
But that's okay, 'cause we're going back to Boston
Well, I am not going back to Boston
But I like to eat beans which give me gas sometimes
And I'd be farting on the mic, making it smell!
So that MCs come up and say, what one was here
That's right, one time for Quincy Cleofis Jenkins
Can I get an amen?
Amen! Amen!
Can I get a hallelujah?
Hallelujah!
Can I get a witness?
Witness!
God damn!
Quincy Cleofis Jenkins, my man, eating Skittles, chilling with ten vittles
Ten honeys, thirteen-year-old boys, yeah, that's how I like it
So bring the noise
One time
Did I tell you I got shot?
No?!
Last week?
No!
Last week, got shot in the spleen, kinda hurt
I thought it was my pancreas, said, oh damn, he shot me
Two times
Can I get an amen once again?
Amen!
Thank your brothers, thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you very much, we'll passing the collection plate around
Trying to get some money
'Cause we some broke ass hardcore nigga's drinking Gatorade and peach soda
On the corner
Yeah, one time
You can fade it out one time
Fade it out one time
Fade it out one time