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I ain't even gotta give this too much thought Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought
This ain't no different I'm listening, you the king of New York?
Lil homie you ain't the king of New York You the next thing on my fork
The messenger with all them rings on that horse
Carrying king's heads 'till I kick you in the chest
And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit Homie, you know how many bodies that fit?
When we met you said it's an honor, man The YAOWA man can spit
Maybe that's why you left me out of that *** Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't
get dissed Or maybe I'm not on your radar
You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique Either way, I personal train this beat
It gotta get ripped You rich rappers can't respond
With all the dollars you get Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows
and clips And you fashion rappers wear
The kind of jeans that hardly get zipped So zip it, I got this ***
Real hip hop in this *** The apocalypse has fell upon us
Watch the zombies I split The walking dead, I've been a monster
Shorty, I can get bit and never turn I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling
sick I stomped the red carpet holding my ***
And throw tomatoes at the podium For whack awards that y'all *** get
Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip And smack a legend on the way out of that
*** Cause I don't big up the elite
The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet
You all victims All chitlins when a *** trying to eat
I'll see to it Y'all missing like a whino *** teeth
Anybody can get it Old ***, new ***, him ***, you ***
One ***, two ***, a few *** I do *** harm with these bars
It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards
Put that telly you trying to check in 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 yay
A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye
Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge
I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye
But I don't claim king even though my name ring
And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing Rodeo [?] 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 this coast
I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close
To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie
But Dre you such a gangster And Curtis you're such a sweetie and guess
what I'm a free agent again if y'all never need
me But back to these bars, I'm hungry,
This beat is gon' feed the needy Y'all looking like grannys ziti
Zucchini out in Tahiti On Fiji with Erykah Badu's *** in a bikini
Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi
I *** her and take her out for fries in the panini
I ain't a rap ***, I'm a *** that rap 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 wack I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when
I rap And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try
it I turn this *** into the Independence Day
Without the lucky drunk pilot I love competition, constructing a composition
Of destruction, put a [?] composition I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard,
just wishin' That a star screams so I can go on a bombing
mission You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher
You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire