Rainbow in the Dark

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D. & Heems] I'm at the White Castle (I don't see you here, dog!) Tiny-ass hamburgers, tiny-ass cheeseburgers Tiny-ass chicken sandwiches, it's outlandish, kid I'm tryna speak to the kid in Spanish, kid Like, "¿Qué tu quieres?" I'm like, "Where is the bathroom? I hella gotta piss, where's the bathroom?" Ask whom the bell tolls for Ayo, where they get this place from—the hellhole store? [Verse 2: Heems] Yo, I'm in the building, building with Belding Ask for whom the bell rings: DR Something like a neo-rap Zack Attack Finna spark an L and have myself a Big Mac Attack Known to rock the flyest shit and eat the best pizza Charge that shit to Mastercard, already owe Visa Catch me drinking lean in Italy like I was Pisa We could eat the flyest cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma [Verse 3: Kool A.D.] Yeah, we could eat Gruyère As if we care, we could eat Roquefort Or we could just kick it like Rockports In the periphery of Little Sicily Little did she know I'm tickling boo, she so giggly Catch me solving mysteries like Wikipedia Brown It's the future, get down We make a sound even if nobody's around [Verse 4: Heems] Like a tree or the tears of a clown Yo, I'm afraid of clowns, I'm afraid of small towns Positive energy, it's something like I'm afraid of all frowns Catch me at the crib getting light to Jeff Mangum It's fun to do bad things, like rhyme about handguns If any problem pop off I'll Joe Pesci any fool while drinking that Popov That's 'cause I'm a Goodfella Stay up out the hood hella much now But punch clowns if they touch down While I'm eating lunch now While I'm eating a burger Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder [Verse 5: Kool A.D.] The ill, '96 manifestable third eye Abstract backpack vegan skateboards, et cetera Rap hella much in a busted-ass Jetta with Coretta Scott K—King Rap bridge on a duet with T-Pain and Stephen Hawking I'm not joking, stop jocking, stop talking, shut up, hush up Please, shut the fuck up, shut up, dude, shut up Das Racist is the new Kool G. Rap Peep us at the Grammys, we'd like to thank Gchat We'd like to thank weed rap The best rapper is B-Real Jokes, it's us, come on, be real Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles But on the real, they swear I'm blacker than Cheadle Like Don King playing Donkey Kong Country at his cousin's house You don't even know what it's about [Verse 6: Heems] This is panic attack rap, eating four flapjacks Trap raps, let 'em free, they always come back to me The Internet told me that that's called love I'm on the Internet, 'cause I'm an Internet thug Himanshu, yes, I'm in control, man Pos' vibe emanator, yes, I got my soul tan Soul shine, Soul Glo, so, so Po-Mo Catch me on the South Side, kicking it with Shlohmo [Verse 7: Kool A.D.] Kicking it with Gary Soto All the cholos saying "Mira el joto" Just because I rock the secondhand Versace Wash me, watch me The second hand couldn't even clock me You couldn't see me like a Cuban playing hockey Cracker in the chocolate, that's human Pocky Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky Me, I look a lil' something like a young Shock G Words come through me like I was a walkie-talkie All I do is open up my mouth and just rock, see You, you are not me, me, I am possibly Everything plus everything that is not me Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E Are you understanding everything? Do you got me? Catch me in the trees where it's shady like Lockheed Martin Sparking in the shade of the trees in the park, B Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark Like the rainbow in the Ronnie James Dio joint Hit it from the backcourt, like it was a three-point I don't give a fuck, I'm a duck to a decoy No trust them white-face man like Geronimo Tried to go to Amsterdam, they threw us in Guantanamo