Lyrics Inglorious Bastards - Clipse , No Malice , Pusha T

When we are together, we got power
We have shifted from having a seizure
About what the man got, to seizing what we need
Burn, baby, burn!

Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is
With an apron that's whiter than the Pope's is (this is culturally inappropriate)
Spread distribution, wide open
Now all the smokers call him Moses
Heron browner than baby roaches
Got your bitch bent over like scoliosis (yeah!)
Watching Tiafoe with the Open
That's the only back and forth that I'm posting
We really netted what we grossing
By the way, I'm writin' this on an ocean (this is culturally inappropriate)

By the way, this anchor's really frozen
By the way, the sinkers being loaded
'Cause by the way, this thinker's really chosen
Head halo'ing, seated in a late foreign
Name a bitch who ain't going
Two-tone with the Royce rolling (this is culturally inappropriate)
Just a glimpse what the boy holding
Knocking over all you toy soldiers

One plus four acres, no neighbors
I remember the days of no cable (this is culturally inappropriate)
Columbian stallions in a stable
With natural titties and no navels
Only work getting done is on the table
Death to skimmers and shavers
I'm allergic to anything other than money behavior

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious
Tell me, is we trafficking or trickin'?
Somebody gotta show me the difference

Stand on every word whenever I wrote shit
Under my boots, nigga, nothin' but GOAT shit (this is culturally inappropriate)
I was fine getting rich under their noses
Today, a nigga celebrate to ya and post it
Saltwater tears, cooked with sodium
McLaren hypercar, no petroleum
Back then, hid work under linoleum
That thinking got me standing on this podium

Chop the roof off, nigga this coupe talk
A Virginia nigga driving in New York (this is culturally inappropriate)
State trap ducking, my tints was too dark
The money's in a trailer car, fuck what you thought

Been playin' in the snow like Rudolph
In that two-door, roof helping me cool off
Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler
Seats white but the 6 blacker than Umar
Niggas trying to stop my play, Parisian nights
Private rooms at Bar des Prés, the seasons right
Lou Vuitton, hug my arms
Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm
(This is culturally inappropriate)

The chauffeurs are made
Flights are chartered, the villas in the hills are paved
Blood is spilled, ring finger, names engraved
Shirts are silk, the yacht life, flags are waved

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body, B.I.G. like Notorious (this is culturally inappropriate)
Tell me is we trafficking or trickin'
Somebody gotta show me the difference, ah