[Verse 1:]
I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city,
I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes,
Don't question the ape, throw the sket at your face,
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place.
Oh, you a E-head, oh, you a weedhead?
I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads.
Fuck a rhyme, though I'm back on my grind mode,
Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po.
How that nine go? Where your guns at?
Fakin' moves, 80's fool, he a lunch pack.
This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter,
The educated rapper, the African Godfather,
Just shoot and spray, Ruck, boomaye!
Mandinka warrior from the Alajuela,
Y'all niggas know the flow is weak and
Your bitch suck dick for show tickets.
[Verse 2:]
Yo, you a battle rapper,
You be rappin' in battles,
I shoot the shit up, duke, it's a wrap for the battle.
Niggas yappin' they tattle,
It's a wrap when I catch you,
Chrome to your iPhone, duke get clapped at your Apple.
I'm God's favorite,
I'm flagrant, arms facin',
I'm breakin' your arms while niggas rapin' your moms naked.
P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith,
Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick.
Smack a nigga on sight, b,
Adidas track suit with Nikes.
Mean muggin' who? Your jeans colorful,
Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't fuck with you.
You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie,
Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie.
Literally, y'all niggas is bitch boys,
The last LP – I quit, boy.