No Gold Teeth (feat. Danger Mouse)

Black Thought

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    Uh, uh-huh

    Wind in my face, hound at my heels
    At the end, I'm winning this race, only then can I chill
    But 'til then, don't ever try to stagnate the magnate
    When it's money on the line, never make the bag wait
    I just add weight to the bag until the bag break
    That holy swag make the cash get the gas face
    In the first place

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    I got no motherfucking business coming in last place
    My birthplace taught me not to stop
    I'm more advanced than my classmates
    I came into the game on a fast break
    And I'm gang gang like Billy Bathgate
    The protagonist, and I narrate in the same slang that Philly has
    I can't stop, if I don't work then I won't eat
    Time keeps running like a river, it don't cease
    In the mind of a super nigga, it's no peace
    Can't stop running like I'm ducking from police, stop
    Cooley High, they tryna do me like Cochise
    The flow so obese, it's springing a slow leak
    I keep a crowd satisfied, bringing 'em cold heat
    I'm gratified, winning, bling bling and no gold teeth
    Yo, stop, you know them cameras is gon' see
    My hammers ain't for brandishing if Canons is on me
    Please, you ain't fucking with no amateurs, homie
    Philly ain't known for cheesesteak sandwiches only, stop
    Yo, I'm at the top where it's lonely

    I got everybody mean-mugging like Nick Nolte
    But nah, I won't stop, won't drop, won't retire
    I am my own supplier, selling goods to the buyer
    The torch to the eye of the storm that's on fire
    The native translator, each jawn'll chart higher
    They requested my IG, I replied deny
    Tell me I'm in the top three, they ain't never lied
    Stop through in that Peking to Paris, what a ride
    The car's two-to-five, the doors suicide
    Testin' the Thought'll be your suicide
    No matter which corner of the globe you reside
    2-1-5, dumb shit aside
    When it comes to the job getting done, what am I?
    The god of the microphone, praise the Lord
    Anybody disagree with me, then raise your sword
    I'm Agent Orange, poisonous amazing poems
    And the band keeps raging on; listen to me, I won't⁠—
    Don't stop, nope, I don't quit
    Yo, I don't stop, yo, I don't quit

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    Composición: Shuman Mort, Jordan Ragovoy, Black Thought y Danger Mouse

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