Forgot About Dre

I'm the fucking man, don't you understand?

When I'm walking by, a thunder slam

When I hold a mic, it's judgment day

The flow is knife, the guts'll spray

All over the freshly painted walls

No foe gonna end me, I'm staying smart

Fo-fo of an MC, you gaining scars

Cold flow with the best heat, training hard

I sprays on a opp, they in cages and locked

They brains finna rot, I flame and won't stop

Your name's in a pot, go straight to the top

I stays in the hop 'till days I'mma pop

Front on me? You just walked in a coffin

Dope MC, the flow is evolving

You'll get buried with your gloves and revolver

It get scary when approaching a soldier

Smoking on rappers, no blowing the Doja

Hotter than lava, you hoping it's over

I'm just getting started, go fucking retarded

You sucking the hardest, I'm cutting, no barber

Muffle a couple of faces of rappers

Juggling trouble with grace and my patterns

Of rhymes is complex, my lyrical content

Fights the nonsense with no physical contact

Won't slow the song down, don't oppose, now

Flow is profound, got all the dough, bound

To knock at your door, Jehova witness

Drop to the floor, I'm causing distress

Can't stop me no more, I own this business

Chopping your arm with ferocious lyrics

One jot and it's war, I'm stoning critics

I got all the whores if flows is bitches

Toe to toe with me and my poetry?

That's cap, you rapping horribly

Controlling these, wack ass rappers

If facts are backwards, your flow is heat

Yo ass is fucked, no anal sex

Rappers 'bout to meet a fatal death

You bleed on green, flag of Bangladesh

I need to be the most dangerous yet

Keep MCs in a chamber, bet

When I'm done, walls is all stained in flesh

Can't breathe through your mouth or take a nasal breath

I taped your head, then my razor met

Every cell of skin on your human body

Know well that's a sin, but I'm choosing hobbies

That help me in dealing with my bruised and oddly

Polluted mind, I glue your hottie

To the back of the wall, tarantulas crawl

On her skin, climbing, no ladder involved

If you will fight me, you staggering on

Both of your legs, you don't matter at all

Show the example of lyrical mastery

Tracks leave casualties, causing catastrophes

Get smacked and weep, the rappers bleed

Applause with vowels, get clapped with ease

When the bass kicking in, I slays with the pen

Danger is in, my brain and it can

Escape it and then, I cause pain with a grin

Been flaming 'em since, my age, it was ten

I'm the pinnacle, check the rhyme

Killing 'em with lyrical exercise

You're the next to die, if you mess with mine

You get blessed with rhymes, I'm wrecking guys

Rip artists to shreds, you the farthest from best

I'm carving your head, you retarded on meds

Shit, pardon my french, I'm a star in the flesh

A month without hip-hop and, starving to death

Coming up, shit's hot, my bars get you wet

Think you hard with a TEC? I'm parting your legs

And throw 'em in the dumpster, I'm going to become the

Coldest with the punchlines, I'm flowing, you can't come too

Close, my flows ferocious at times

Of course, I put endorphins in rhymes

The noise that took you where coffins is lying

Your boys are shook from my poisonous lines

Destroy if despise, I toy with them guys

Verbally murdering, my point is, I fight

You hideous idiots, I flow orgasmic

Sew yo cabbage, your song so tragic

Fear has 'em froze, kill 'em, eargasm

Me spaz on foes that go near capping

I better warn you from my metaphors

I let it flow, like a book, I red the floor

It's Redding like Otis, be ready for orders

I'm letting this flow, bitch, the predators all hit

They self on the dome, 'cause, they can't mess with my cold shit

My weapon is songs, kiss, my rectum and go slit

Your neck or your throat, lip, your head or your nose, dick

Your chest, I'mma blow, it, your flesh and your bones is

Kept in a old fridge, I never will forfeit

Dismembering four limbs, I'm scarier than horror flicks

You aim with your weapon, my facial expression

Gon' scare you to death and, be careful who you repping

I dare you to step in the place that I'm set in

Making perfection, I'm a saint and I reckon

That wrecking ain't shit you specialize in

I wet your eyes and, style, you recognize it

Legends die, the exception's I

Step aside or you're petrified

You'll be looking like some ancient fossils

Got scriptures of pictures I paint, Picasso

Your drop a debacle, now you in stages of grief

You have awaken a beast, get burned at eighty degrees