3rd Culture - Pitch 92, Jehst

So allow me to reintroduce

Been doing this since

Rhythm and blues

So when you’re picking your tunes

Better be Pitch who you’re listening to

By the light of the glistening moon

We move crowds

Disrespectful

Dirty shoes in your house

Rick James all on your couch

I spit flames all out my mouth

Making the neighbours move out

They complaining

Saying we’re playing it too loud

But this is serious

So many years in the business

So many peers been consumed by the bitterness

If you ain’t prepared it’ll tear you to little bits

Was unaware, now you’re scared

You’s a little bitch

Another limp wrist lyricist

Is he hot?

But of course, holocaust killing this

On a course for infamy

Now I can’t go outside

'Cause everybody got it in for me

You see my words hold the weight

Of that broad outlook my third culture create

These rappers get the scraps off my plate

But, I ain’t finished killing this

The vultures can wait

I’m a

Magician disappearing in the smoke It’s hard to see me

Army General who’s camouflaged in Maharishi

They’re asking me to sign a peace treaty

But their palms are greasy

And I ain’t giving up my art that easy

That’s a mistake that we already made before

Raise the sword now the snake lays on the floor

Decapitated, you were trained for war

So now you don’t hate the game

Just the player you were traded for

Bench warmers

Bigging up their chests enormous

I’m the star player next in orbit

On a mother ship with the spicy rollie lit

Pitch got the Ginsu slice on some shinobi shit

On the chop like a coke fiend

I roll a haze for that purple lean, but no codeine

We don’t cosign

My silver tongue is a gold mine

But these dudes are moving the goal line

Control mine, that’s the way I hold my joystick

Your lady wanna play she won’t be disappointed

Your whole flow don’t flow, it’s disjointed

The show 'bout to be lit, soon as this joint is

For all my third cultures kids

Let me break it down for all those who don’t know what it is

It ain’t the culture of the country on your passport

Or parental heritage you didn’t ask for

It’s the culture you adopt while you’re growing up

You phoned home, now the UFO is showing up

And that’s the mother ship connection

We stay shooting for the stars

While these others switch direction

Engrossed in the lesson

Highly focused on my interest like a Fliptrix investment

But, excuse me, I’m digressing

The motto is: 'We get rich, or die stressing'

So let me dive straight in

Without any delay

We on thin ice figure skating

Torvill and Dean hanging off the ravine

Blind leading the blind

Who you following, B?

If a tree falls in the woods, and you hear it

It’s still gotta be seen to be believed

This is me

Vanilla God body supreme being

Your vision can’t perceive what my third eye seeing

Excuse me

You’re 2D

I got Pitch 92 on the MPC, they’re saying: 'Who's he?'

I say: 'You'll see…'