Lyrics
Zero and zero makes zero
He might be nice with the blade, he can't fade me though (one, two)
He had the ace of spades, he can't fade me though
I feel him tryna push me down, I got people though
It's Dave, R.A.P. Ferreira and 'Geti, we got people though
It's Frohawk, Quelle and Rift, we got people though
It's woods, Rhys, Sammus, Sharif, we got people though (Paul Barman, what up?)
Yeah, we got people though, onе, two, yeah
We hung with Kimya in Olympia
When I did thе wrestling, doctors found an arrythmia
Me and Ran both met Sammus rappin' in Ithaca
Been doin' shows with Quelle since it was Christopher, yeah
I wore a hat like a sailor boy
At Soundset my eyes got bigger than Anya Taylor-Joy's
With woods and dove, we chillin' on The Brooklynite
I met Dave in college 'cause people said that we looked alike
Me and Rift kicked our first rhyme in a restaurant
Was 1996, maybe second semester
Without a drop of skill, but a head full of pressure
I was scratched, bumming busses from Cottage Grove out to Western, yeah
Me and 'Geti bonded over MF DOOM
In 2000, when I was evicted from student housing
And me and R.A.P. Ferreira used to sleep on people's couches
I'm with Ceschi in an SUV in the Rocky Mountains
I was too old to be famous and too young to be jaded
And we drove overnight from Portland to Las Vegas
It's me driving, Nocan, University Avenue
And if you know, you know, seeing Chloe in the afternoon
I'm tripping offa acid with Dave, where I can see sound
I did a tour with Brother Ali, we played the B towns
I'm bouncing down the staircase, shit, I think I'm injured
And Nasa linked the whole network every December
I met E L U C I D, when him and A.M. was makin' music
The Juggaknots, Aesop Rock and the Logic of Louis
It's Graham Factor, Mo Niklz, MC Frontalot
I'm nervous, back when weed was illegal, we had a bunch of pot, yeah
I thought Philly was fulla assholes
Except for Has, Zilla and Castro
Now back to the listeners
I'm in a hotel, 'cause I'm just a visitor
I'm hungover, tryna wash my face with conditioner
The Team was Swimming
We dropped two logs in the deep end
We day job boys, we did world tours on the weekend
Without rap, we wasn't even sure we would be friends
We know where it started
It's arguments with Ellay Khule, he called me retarded
It's arguments with Ab 'cause I was young and entitled
Like I'm supposed to rap, but who the hell is Open Michael
Or argue with Acey, the whole studio hates me
P.E.A.C.E. was mad at me 'cause they wasn't in
My top 8 on the Myspace thing
Shouts to Kale red and pistol
The world calls her Psalm One but that's my sister Cristalle
I'm wistful, 'cause now it's a stack, but it was a fistful
We used to holla "Otherground!"
Shoulda made it official, yeah