Woodstock 2029 (Feat. Jay Electronica & Wiz Khalifa)

Here he comes again
Hey, Maggie
Y'all spread up, folks
This is the one and only Smedicine Show
That's fine for you
I said I'd take care of it
It's not a hustle (gimme something)
I still know, but I'm gettin' old fast
First time I ever saw you, I said it is
It's not a hustle

We in like we begin at the start lonely
Viewing a cold body can make the heart stony
It's a slow process, and I ain't got nothin' but time
I gave everything to Allah, I ain't got nothin' but rhymes
As sure as the days get shorter and nights get colder
Allah will try you another burden to shoulder
Like Pastor Dunn used to sing "I done got over"
Another war story from the universal soldier
Who stayed low and kept firing like BIG told ya
Es el Terremoto, el Negro Loco

Spot me in el central, you might can get you a photo
The haters always to my back, never to my eyeballs
'Cause niggas is sheep dipped like Lee Harvey Oswald
I never press scarecrows with threats of fireballs
And never throw lit matches from houses of drywall
If Droog lay the scaffold then it uphold the structure
Only thing electricity needs is the conductor
I'm coolin', but I'm on the war for them like Sergei Lavrov and Russia
Six sextillion times of unadultered pressure straight to your jugular

(Check it out, yeah, ahn-ahn)
Read the headline
My inventory got a deadline
Gotta rap for a minute-forty, then the bread mine
Just yesterday you was a shorty with a bedtime
Next thing you know you be 40 drinking red wine
Up in the casino letting dice fly
All for a piece of the pie we get shiest, why?
I spy, that's why the price high

Why you talkin' spicy, you really a nice guy?
Rappers change in the booth like Supermen
Catch 'em sweatin' on stage like Luther Vandross
They shit ran its course
I'm esteemed and regarded
It was supreme when I started like Diana Ross
If rap was a broad I got that ho number
My catalog stupid and I'm 'bout to go dumber

'Bout to have shit on smash the whole summer
You disagree and we can clash like Joe Strummer
Soundin' like flows when I was younger
One of them Kingsboro verses that I wrote under the rotunda
The bags couldn't get more rotunder
I rock a show 60 minutes straight bars no blunders
Know what I'm sayin'?
It woke 'em up outta their slumbers
They said it was like drinking 40 black coffees to the face (prrah)

Ain't no falling for the trap
That's a minor setback
For a major comeback
They say all my shit slap
And it's all real rap
I already ran laps round you so you can't catch me
And it probably don't address me
Focused on property, more investing

House so big, looking for me I'm probably in the west wing
Workin' out I think it might be chest day
Whether they say it or not
They fuck with me heavily
Khalifa breaking a sweat something they'll never see
No one on the guest list, just me
It's lonely at the top and I'm one deep
Got a zip in my front seat

The owners say don't smoke but know a place if you wanna chief
I'm high as fuck who am I to preach?
Rollin' up several times a week
But always there when it's time to speak
These fools like their long term goals, outta reach
Make sure these codes don't get breached
And bring some clothes for the beach