Arigato - Rejjie Snow

I know where I’m from, I got it from a textbook

The Negro, the Spiritual Son, close to my sketchbook

We stepped off the ledge, held hands with our souls twice

The death so black, you see the mamba, my snakebites

This game got played, the prophets got split

Spilt the ashes up in space, lu-look, the sun’s face

It’s gonna be a good day up under the elm tree

The crunch got a sweet tooth snacking the kid clean

For those still stunned, left a crumb but my nose clean

My snow too pure, and that’s my heart when you speak mean

Bagging up sweets, uh-na-uh-na-uh

Serving milk for the treats, lu-look, the sun speaks

Lu-look

Lu-look!

Arigato

It’s a stick-up

Cartoon lunch dates, the kid’s up

Your Timbuktu troops shoot

Put your hands up, freeze!

They stole all our jewels

Grab my sword up and leave

So last week I shot a rapper, but the manager fleed

He grew strong, then he returned and demanded I leave

This rap game on a fidget, duck, you quacking your beak (Arigato)

The crusades, boots marching 360 degrees

The cheque’s never really bigger if they picking their feet

My cheek dimples overgrazing, dark twitches deplete

The stealth and the heat and drama that’s free

You get rock-a-bye, you the Balboa in me

Sheesh!

Arigato

Bada boom, bada bing

Just tryna sing

So let me spit it

My spiritual indigenous and naughtiest spittle

Without provisionals

The flow is so original

This shit’s a fuckin' miracle

You don’t like it, but the flow is too immaculate

I’m still running, but the pigs ain’t catching shit

Slug tippin' and dippin' your Caesar salad dip

Been talkin' with the slang of a villain

Until I’m coughing piss

Coughing piss and I’m munching up on a rapper’s dish

Two gold chains and some playground raps, dude

Six gold teeth and some sticker-pack tattoos, yeah

What the birds see the villains do

These dudes play happy until I smack 'em with the pedestal

Penultimate decision was the buki and the Seven Rebels

And dissect the intellect for what he made clever

The speech you believe will make you sing bada boom, bada bing

Smacking off his bling

Preaching to my mistletoe

Long John Silvers and some crook teeth

Grimy like the blackest Mandingo

So when she’s licking off the liquor on my lips

Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish

Smuggling the sediments, the bar from the rich

Speak about the ego and you’ll end up in a ditch, snitch

Brownie fudge smudge, muck

Handsome little fucker, on the stage I spit wise

And that’s word to my mother

And my sisters and my brothers' brothers

So

Hmm

I don’t know what to say

I’m going insane

Up in the membrane

I’m going insane

Yeah

Yo

Yeah

Yo

Bada boom, bada bing, smacking off his bling

Huh, and I’m just, just tryna sing

Yeah

Yo