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Proper Etiquette
The Alchemist, Oh No, Gangrene (The Alchemist & Oh No), Wildchild
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See, that's the problem right there
Everybody wanna be loud, but don't nobody wanna be proper
I ain't run my operation sloppy
I move clean, I move correct, I move with class
Being proper ain't weakness
Being proper mean discipline
It mean you handle biz without embarrassing yourself
Nah, don't excuse it
Yeah, Fred Samp and hoarding shit inside the old garage
If you find the old cell, I'm probably gonna overcharge
I bring it to life, I do the overhauls
Frankenstein on the switches when I flip
They wild like secondary protocol
I've always been the protocol when the dough's involved
If they broke for sure, then I'm dozing off
(See, that's the problem right there)
Seriously, I'm sleeping on all of that
Nigga, don't call me back
I'm good on all the biggin' up, I'm trimming fat (I understand something)
Show me your biggest stack
They wanna piggyback to crack the bank, pass the jank
I got roaches that could draw out a tank
That was greasy, and I be pushing buttons
That was easy, when your chick is thirsty
I'm looking like a tall glass of Fiji
She want every sip, down to every drip
Now that's the etiquette, I treat it delicate
I overstand that she hella intelligent
With a smart ass and a smartphone, she genius with it
No cap, you won't see this fitted
See, that's the problem right there
Everybody wanna be loud, but don't nobody wanna be proper
I ain't run my operation sloppy
I move clean, I move correct, I move with class
Being proper ain't weakness
Being proper mean discipline
It mean you handle biz without embarrassing yourself
Gangrene, you get it (nah, don't excuse it)
Pre-cold like the protocol
Got dudes that might implode your broad
The shifty two-year-old
Pigeon-toed, snap out your soul like Thanos did Vision's forehead stone
And that's a pro and con
A movie bug with slightly movie buff
Ock City where the blocks with me 'cause my crew be tough
Inspiring like the Groovy Ghoulies was
Sixth grade in class, wishing my teacher was Schoolly D
Who'd fathom I'd get a bachelor, and
Decapitate a rap actors in every movie scene
(See, that's the problem right there)
Now a detective in the scenario sequel of Knives Out
Drop the mic on stage, 28 days
Later, like Cillian Murphy plucking eyes out
Puppets and pawns gone
Hit the record button to make the song strong
In this Hollywood shuffle
They couldn't fathom the Child and the Gangrene are a couple
Grand opening to my new venue
Free tokes to smoke the boom bap bong
No offbeat singing or doppelganging like Mahershala in his swan song
Taste of just how far back we go
Top Rock, backhand smack this lingo
Co-sign to hit that rewind from Jack the Black Lou Ferrigno
See, that's the problem right there
Everybody wanna be loud, but don't nobody wanna be proper
I ain't run my operation sloppy
I move clean, I move correct, I move with class
Being proper ain't weakness
Being proper mean discipline
It mean you handle biz without embarrassing yourself
Nah, don't excuse it
Before I spoke, I made a toast
Use the least amount of words to say the most
Might get a lane violation for the way that I play the post
On my native coast
Black leather motorcycle gloves and a racing coat
Razor your throat, don't invite me to wrestle
(Punk) I don't need an invitation note (surprise!)
I show up unexpected, don't search for my name on the registry
Use both fists when I twist or stir the pot steady, I brung a recipe
(See, that's the problem right there)
The minute I decide to press the button, it's already done essentially
Stack chips on the rainy days, 'cause a sunny one sure to come eventually
I'm a science misfit, a birth defection
They cut a piece out of my brain in a certain section
When shots go off, I run the verse direction
You accidentally murder, we the drive more purpose setters
Work endeavors, everything connect
Like it was written in cursive letters
See it fade to black on the stage setup, then I emerge in leather
Two Gs and a belt with a chinchilla Stetson hat with a bird feather
See, that's the problem right there
You need to understand something real clear
Proper is what get the money
No jive, no shortcuts, no clowning
Money don't follow noise, money follow order, damn it
When you proper, people trust you
When they trust you, they pay you