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Ebony and Ivy League
- A knight in shining armor's just a coward in battle
- You really ain't an artist till you're branded a vandal
- Both worlds inside of me are parallel and Siamese
- Two sides to one coin, ebony and Ivy League
- Staring at the bright lights of night writing space bars
- And waiting on my spaceship to come so I can take off
- My city's so hard Bruce Wayne kept his day job
- Harriet's chariot has morphed into a Maybach
- Puff on the clematis, marijuana sedatives
- Sparking controversy saying "Fuck a token president"
- Gentrification's displacing residents from tenements
- How Indians remember it, it's similar to settlement
- But I'm supposed to smile now like I don't remember shit
- I'll Face the fake poets like "who the fuck you better than?"
- Snatch up the honors cause I'm way beyond mentioning
- Writing words of black history with penmanship
- You can find Christ where the lepers and the lames at
- I preach like Peter from the wrong side of the train tracks
- Brooklyn's home to biggie so ain't nothing here minimal
- Silent when the cops knock and know the ones who did it too
- Native sons rocking business suits and bulletproofs
- Dressed up to the nines, you can call me mister nigger fool
- Legendary athletes balling by a trash heap
- Watching out for those who blast heat and out of black Jeeps
- Block's hot enough it wore my sole to my black feet
- I get carried away, guess I'm Black Gatsby
- Folks ask me son how to make it to a phantom?
- A tree grows in Brooklyn but it's hard to stay planted
- Focused on my passions now, CREAM ain't getting handed out
- Homies failed to notice 'cause they're way too busy swagging out
- Have to thank my father that his discipline was handed down
- Earned some money trading stocks and put it my cash account
- Most at home probably ask "Homie what you mad about?"
- Though I swear I'll never be the type to bring the hammers out
- I stamp and shout thrashing like I'm wildin' in a battle ground
- I'm mad enough to go and smack the fire out a dragon's mouth
- Turns out this city pigeon learned to brandish his talents
- So I'm writing out the classics cuz my opus is magnus
- And I'm weighing love and hate on either side of the balance
- In one hand is a ruger rifle, the other holds a bible
- I reminisce on early days, we couldn't pay the light bill
- The same kid who Ivy towers over like the Eifel
- Ima chase my biggest idols till they're more like my rivals
- My visage like the Predator, I'm hunting down a senator
- For giving ghettoes crack, I know Reagan set us up
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