[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] Carnivorous slang, I feast on flesh Orangutan, banana clips, beat on chest Dirtier than Ms. Lewinsky's skeet on dress I'm beyond blessed, heater in the seat armrest Defeat your leader, we the best See the rest is just clones, hip-hop drones Singing the same old song Fuck with this, you can't go wrong By these standards, I can't even put a Kangol on My ego's big, I'm crazy, I could do Cee Lo's gigs Kush homeboy, zero mids Who gives a fuck who your hero is I give that nigga a nice view of himself where he can see both lids Bar for bar, I'm on par to spar cigars Whole preserves coming straight from jars You get drug like CVS You got no buzz out of state, Metro PCS [Hook: Black Milk] Put it down Coming with the... brand new sound Put, put it down Coming with the... brand, brand new sound Put it down Coming with the... brand new sound Never back down