In the land before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method is sublime, you get blessed with every line I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca Your melonated, carbon-dated, phantom of the Chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said “Nigga fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy for your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga, what you scared of? Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love pollinate their ear buds like you supposed to, spit it for the culture Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you They cast the judgments ’cause they feel they got the right to Fuck ‘em, I let the dice roll like my father did I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit ‘em with a remix, then make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it’s the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains
Chorus I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know I pack up all my sins and I wear ‘em to the show and let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it’s a feeling they’ll never know I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow and let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go, let ‘em go
“You seek escape from pain. We seek the achievement of happiness. You exist for the sake of avoiding punishment. We exist for the sake of earning rewards. Threats will not make us function; fear is not our incentive. It is not death that we wish to avoid, but life that we wish to live. You, who have lost the concept of the difference, you who claim that fear and joy are incentives of equal power — and secretly add that fear is the more “practical”— you do not wish to live, and only fear of death still holds you to the existence you have damned.”—Ayn Rand | Atlas Shrugged
Gucci Mane (featuring Young Dolph and Young Thug) - Virgin
At first, I was slightly miffed to learn that the first three-quarters of this track only allowed Young Thug to yelp a predictably looney-tune “Baby girl ain’t no virrrgin” hook. I mean, it’s great fun and all that but it’s only a line and I was impatiently waiting for something more.
But then I learn that all that waiting isn’t all that bad. I learn during the wait that Young Thug’s rambunctiousness is swiftly turning rabid. I learn that he’s been waiting awhile, frothing feverishly at the mouth for his turn.
And then at the 2.39 minute mark, I learn that the track turns him loose.
Though I’m not sold head over heels, ‘Law 2’ does have its moments, and this is one of them.
Glizzy’s trembling croak is especially gut-wrenching on a track like this.
P.S My other favourite moment from the tape is on “I am DC" when he spits the following:
“I just started this rap shittt, so please don’t get it twisted These niggas been rapping their whole life, so how the fuck they live it? And y’all support anything, I just don’t fucking get it My shooters the real Wizards, you niggas is Mystics…”