One two, one two,
Yeah, I knew I wouldn’t gonna stay quiet
Ah, I ain’t even gotta take it, it’s too much thought
Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain’t no different, I’m listening, you’re the king in New York
Lil homie, you ain’t the king in New York!
You’re the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king’s head till I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit, homie!
You know how many that fit?
When we met you said it’s the Yaowa man that you call spit!
Maybe that’s why you left me out of that shit!
Maybe that’s why the slaughter house and you’
Maybe I’m not on your radar,
you feel you ain’t gotta acknowledge my clique
Either way I personal train this beat, I gotta get ripped!
You rich rappers can’t respond with all the dollars you get
Gangsta rappers can’t reatliaye with hallows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear that kind of jeans that hardly get zipped
So zip it! I got this shit! Real hip hop in this bitch!
The apocalypse has feel upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I’ve been a monster, Shawty, I can get bit
And never turn I’m immune to these rappers y’all calling sick
I stomped the red carpet holding my dick,
And throw tomatoes at the podium
For whack awards that y’all niggas get.
Then stand up and scream, yeah,
And then dip and smack a legend on the way out of that bitch.
Cause I don’t big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims, all shitlins
When a nigga trying to eat I’ll see to it y’all missing
Like a whino nigga teeth!
Anybody can get it!
Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga,
One nigga, two nigga, a few niggas,
I do niggas harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards.
But that telly you trying to check in
Boy, that property is ours
Can’t get a W on Broadway, I’m New York all day!
Yeah, that’s where the boss stay
You no hear that? Oh yeah
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like a car, yeah
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the boy yey
But I don’t claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing
Rodeo to Diego they telling you the same thing
Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king
But that’s the West coast, I’m from East coast!
I’ll leave the king of LA to Dree,
I was this close to stay at aftermath,
But lamped out like a genie,
But Dree, you’re a fucking gangster
And ‘., you’re such a sweetie
And guess what? I’m a free agent again if y’all ever need me!
But back to these bars, I’m hungry,
This beat is gonna feed the needy
Y’all looking like grannys ziti,
Zucchini out in Tahiti!
On Fiji with Erykah Badu’s booty in a bikini
Your main chick is a precious, my side chick is a ‘.
I fuck her and take her out for fries in the Panini
I ain’t a rap nigga, I’m a nigga that raps
Before this, y’all saw the cipher, I ain’t bringing that back!
Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?
And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star
With the Universe on my back, your human version is whack
I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap.
And tell Earth,’suck it!’ I tell the planet, ‘try it!’
I turn this bitch into the Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot
I love competition, constructing a composition of destruction,
Put a decepticon composition
I’m Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard,
Just wishing that a star screams
So I can go on a bombing mission!
You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher
You gonna learn a inferno scorch a bonfire.