They got the gold chains, I got the golden strings They kiss the diamond rings, I kiss the wood that sings I pull up in a carriage, not a painted SUV Sipping Earl Grey tea, watching heavy poetry You bring a knife to fight? I bring a cello bow A sharp staccato rhythm that creates a heavy flow My homies wear tuxedos, yeah we looking very neat Conducting all the traffic on the middle of the street They say I’m too polite to be a player in the game But Beethoven and me, we got the exact same flame I’m straight outta symphony, crazy and loud! The most educated gangster inside of the crowd! I don’t need a pistol to blow up your mind I just need a melody of the classical kind It’s Mozart with attitude, Bach with a beat The sound of the palace meets the sound of the street! I walk into the club and I demand a little silence I’m sick of autotune and all the unnecessary violence Real gansters know that knowing how to read is power I cultivate my rhymes just like a delicate flower But don’t mistake my manners for a weakness, son A symphony can hurt you more than any loaded gun I drop the bass so heavy that your monocle will fall I’m tagging graffiti on the Opera House wall So check your posture, baby, and listen to the truth The violin is strictly for the reckless and the youth Look at that dexterity. Look at that speed. That’s hustle. I’m straight outta symphony, crazy and loud! The most educated gangster inside of the crowd! I don’t need a pistol to blow up your mind I just need a melody of the classical kind It’s Mozart with attitude, Bach with a beat The sound of the palace meets the sound of the street! (Fix your tie, bro.) (We are done here.)
