bow down

But shit talkin' don't make you no dope rapper

Now, now, now yeah we know you done got you some stature

I can see that, we opened the books, now I'll be closin' the chapter

When you send 'em to the front line but they get it backwards

I'm not like most is (Moses), cause if you ain't read (Red) I can still split a C (sea) apart

When the snake don't turn and stick with the staffers

What's a stature to the rapture?

A ratchet nigga gettin' fixed, this a fracture

I was a Panther I did the pastor

I wouldn't know, beatin' everythin' sin say (sensei) don't make you no master

This what he after?

Initially casin' me on the low

Now he got some capital you think you the alpha, bet

But you owe mega (Omega) and the house come to collect

You know it's about respect

This eighth, he started out hangin' with a- well I got news (noose) for him it's goin' out on his neck

And it's goin' out on the net nigga

When a favor turn into a charity bout to the death

Aye Jersey, y'all only support him cause y'all gotta

Him and Ray, Charles, they don't see y'all when they got them bands and they movin'

Whole 24/7, it ain't one shot of y'all, not a land in the viewin'

I could see it be for protection, look how random the crew is

And he went truant, ain't even true what he draw the van with the students

Sayin' what you're soupin', when a nigga souped up..til the Sandman gotta swoop in

He hoopin' but the man need improvement

I go interiors where they decorate him and get the Raymour & Flanigan movin'

You standin' here stupid

All this Hollywood chicken you get

Back to the hood lookin' like he can't dance to the music

Roscoe Jenkins in here actin' like he too good for the family reunion

Handsome what is ya doin'?

Your movements look fear based like that time [?] had you rappin' in back of the staircase

Yet you was scared straight nigga

All day and you couldn't even wish me a happy Father's Day?

I swear you show your love in a weird way

Instead you gon' be up here talkin' 'bout my work, ya showin' off for ya friends

You didn't have to sneak me into Career Day

Why they can't ever rap at me straight, you know?

They gon' come up here personals, angles and jokes

They gotta force they names into the conversation of GOAT

We'll go wit it

I rap, I touch my nostrils, they sayin' it's coke

Or maybe it's dope

Cause every time I'm in a Smack lineup they nose, I crack his head, come get this smoke nigga

Can you smell the incense?

Aww baby, the Asiatic black man's back hand, back healin' business

What is this?

I imagine you think that's why I booked this Kung-Fu Kenny look

Not at all

This just cause I came to cook my dawg (dog)

No offense, but will he (Wile E) Coyote Ugly a friend?

Bar shots Above The Rim

2Pac, Birdie roll, run and go stop when he meet me (meep meep) I got to drop

And I'm goin' loonie (Looney) wit it, nigga Tune in

You 'bout to get tuned up a bit

Construction kit

They was pumpin' you gas, guzzlin' like diesel, you fit to be truckin' in

That's car troublin', drive strugglin'

Look what happens when you tryin' to line up your connect and the Wi-Fi bufferin'

Y'all sufferin'

The divine spark back thunderin'

[?] watch (Watts) happenin' to his functionin'

I mean with this little punk ass Pay-Per-View charge that I'm up against

You can't be a live wire, still dyin' in ya hood on ya cable

They gettin' stuck again

Oh cause (cuz) you thought you was set when they jumped you in

Monkey wrench, this is battery

I got to sock it (socket) to him on his own outlet, let me plug him in

Dead China man in the trunk, tuck a Chin nigga

Or risk (wrist) watchin' and get clocked work when I'm punchin' in

Let's rumble then

Once again you here, lucky him

Fuckin' when I can't trust this since he made it us and them

Aye Harlem you know everyday they be hustlin'

Then Raw say, "Don't forget about lil' bruh and them."

So I treat it like the man a kin to me (mannequin)

But you really a doll baby

Chucky for a friend will back stab you after you cut him in

You can tailor made, look where his money went

For me to custom whip it up for him to let him model it

Bitch nigga ya not followin'

You ain't hip to it?

That's when I'ma come around

And waste (waist) him with the belt on the line, that'll buckle him

You chucklin'?

Ars, run your lips, with your voice up

All boisterous

Little boy stuff

What he on

But bars? Every time I hear yours they be off

Ars!

So maybe you should already be gone

What you lost nigga?

"I kick your mother down the steps, ah shot your daughter around her neck

Hit her with Spongebob clarinet"

We talkin' BARS? Or Ars'?!

"I'll kill ya dead daddy twice, bring him back to life

Fuck ya mother in his casket, have Lux bring it." Nice

But we talkin' Bars? Or Ars'?

Let me escort ya

If I got to give you this food for thought through a feedin' tube

I bet he remember who taught ya (torture)

Aye, this one gon' be a scorcher

This Miyagi drawin' down on Daniel-san block

I could've worked with you on your jump shot

He went another route, I'm comin' out

These bars, beatin' him like a drunk pops

You a Blood and you trust cops

Ya fake ass probably got butt shots nigga

You can't say nothin' about a Harlem nigga snitchin'

While you out here tellin' niggas business you do business wit

Oh ya girly, this what he picked up on his travels, huh Jersey?

You all over the place baby

So what nigga? I'm other worldly

In other words, I'll whirl him into a hole, now that's cold

But I want him to feel the shakes when I'm comin', Big Shirley

Nigga seriously

Aye this nigga couldn't tell a vision (television) til I first show up

That's pilotin'

King Roscoe, ya culture roach

He buggin' in here tryin' to wing it wit me

Don't get fly for them

You old camp food nigga

Who kept the fire lit?

I'm the embodiment of body strength

And I've got it by the length, width, how to get it outta limits, I can send it

You're now present with the cosmic gift

Fuck your accomplishments

And all these niggas who sponsored it

The monitors

Now watchin' it

Pure consciousness vs common sense

I'm confident

I can't tell your conscious that I'm your consequence

It's cognitive

And yours ain't at a level that comprehend

I forbid

These sciences, I train wit inside the gym

I put pain in, you can't trade shade with a shot of Jim

That's blindin' him

He caught the fade whenever got a glimpse of the lights

The way they hit the ring loud it's no bell (Nobel)

But everything I pull it surprisin' (Pulitzer Prize) him

I am him

This is new work and it ain't friendly

But I know every time y'all [?] it ain't me

But y'all treat me like royalty, look how they feed Grapes to the king

Where's the loyalty?