(Small Things) to a Giant

Lyrics

[Intro: Daveed Diggs] Ha! Small things to a giant Let's get it [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Damn, feeling like a cold game I remember when we used to spit that propane But now they want this cold swag in them skinny jeans So they pocket these bars that give them niggas brain freeze Is that cold enough? (oof) Icy flow (oof) They want similes, as in, "like, you know?" But really that's no different from how I was taught to flow And uncover my tell-tale heart, Edgar Allen Poe A dead writer, in these fast times Trying to get you Ridgemont High off my past lines A man named Stevie told me paradise was past time So fuck that future shit–my ancestors get gas lines I'm from a long line, standing on broad shoulders Seeing higher than most these rappers can fly over And it's all gravity, I'm magnetizing minds over Santa's workshop in Antarctica: bi-polar And I write smart-ass speeches But my chick's ass? That's a damn genius And with all that in my corner, wonder why I'm speechless To all these teenagers talking their shit: Shut up, Beavis Matter of fact, break out them brass knuckles and see me, son Never understand why a sucker with a glass jaw want to talk so much So you really think your talk mean shit to a scribe That go as hard as us? Count our success on the heads Of these outdated haters like an abacus [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] You over there feeling brave, huh? Don't try it These peasants can't respect the king! So defiant "Off with their head" flow–I'm a tyrant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant [Verse 2: Rafael Casal] Me and Diggs taking off the doors of the bucket Slapping stock speakers 'til the tweeters blow, fuck it Sunflower seeds, peach rings, and a fifth of Henny Folks say I'm out my fucking mind When I smoke my weed in public They after what Rafa got (Yep!) Flipping a bird in a cold game, call me Cobblepot Flipping a word in my own lingus, I talk a lot I got talk I gotta get off my brain I got brain I gotta get from a dame who give boss a lot She can talk to cock and if you talking shit I'm really with the shit, so you can talk to Glock (Oops) Just got a bit carried away, okay? My bad, don't run Hippie thug, peace, love, and guns Took a hippie drug strip on my tongue Now I'm trippin' tons, had an epiphany; let me epiphanate About how I'm nothing like all of these simpletons Simple guy, but with a little funds Can make minis into giants: Riperton Guess I'm caught up living in my Getback state of mind (Getback!) State of affairs from these players hanging exit signs (Yep!) Showing the less rare the way to run when we light the fire Call for Rafa-el when you done with liars, liars [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] You over there feeling brave, huh? Don't try it These peasants can't respect the king! So defiant "Off with their head" flow–I'm a tyrant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] If I'm being honest, I don't give a fuck about your feelings When the gas turn on, it's Burn, baby, burn build up, turn to the ceiling This infernal disco Schizo to the left, give the whole thing a grandiose feeling Two King Kong rapping motherfuckers smashing on the game Like it was just a village building And all of these village people Costumed to distract from content And want to contend when every other word we utter Is another fucking bomb threat Are we on yet? But it really doesn't matter cause we overstepping Step over the onset Of all of these copycat they-might-be giants Trying to walk miles in our steps As we step-by-step father a roster of monster tracks And Foster Farm a million minions with Oakland up on they backs Building pyramids in the town, Bay Area Imhotep This tomb is for you and for every other faking-ass pharaoh Hating on my set On my mark, call these marks making narcoleptic art Sleeping on this sleeping giant hiding out in DeFremery Park Swear I'm not going to defend my name a dependable pen game Pending the start of the storm that is coming When it storm and you running for the hills Really, bitch? Better build that ark [Chorus: Daveed Diggs] You over there feeling brave, huh? Don't try it These peasants can't respect the king! So defiant "Off with their head" flow–I'm a tyrant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant Small things to a giant Small things to a giant Recognize you're talking small things to a giant