Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out of me, flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight, disappointed keep on flipping
Keep em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what I spin
Put em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
Y'all fake n****s not setting a trend
We never listen to them
It' like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
They all standing close to edge, so don't stress em
Now who the type to last?
It's no question, the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!
{Chorus]
Yeah....
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here, and don't say nuthin
.....Cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
N****, give it here, and don't say nuthin
[Verse 2 - Black Thought]
Yeah, Illade! Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your s***'ll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress
Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
Suprising what n****s willind to do get a neckless
Some emoticons felt better left unexpressed at times
N****'s crime record longer than a guest list
Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
C'mon Stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all colapse
And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back n****
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Black Thought]
Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
I'ma flame some, sentence the s***, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
Give ot here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
N**** black ink, red was a G financial
We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system onlock like can pill
So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
Cause my click come a full sizeable portions
[Chorus]