My decision is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't vision
I got niggas worshippin' Lord Finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, you're kiddin'
You don't want no collision? You better fly South like a pigeon
Good riddance, I'll flip flows you can't imagine
I'll break down your Flintstone style into fragments

One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D
Twenty plus in the game, yellin', "C-O-B"
'Cause the industry is all about who dicks who
Who broomsticks who
With no Vaseline, they just move shit through
Nigga, who is you? They gon' screw him too

Expose crimes of the power structure, enter the fire
'Cause the truth is now treason to the US empire
US meddling in almost every foreign election
See where the next drone headed in civilian dead
In the Yemen wet and barely reported
Because the weapons were exported from the politicians

I heard he put somebody in jail, it ain't the first time
A nigga that'll shoot you and tell, they the worst kind
I got everything out the mud, had a dirt grind
Capricorn, Taurus, and Virgos, we the earth signs
Huh, I wish I could reverse times
It's Rochester, New York if you Google search the worst crimes

Uh, get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up (Uhuh)
Homicide pull on your block, yellow tape it up (Cap)
You ain't built from behind the wall? You better safe it up
Niggas Up North on the yard getting their faces cut (Woo)
So tie your laces up (Uh)
You make a cake, I need to take a cut

Wait, I got to get mines
With a side of French fries, not kid sized
Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's vibe
Is it the vines? Watch like a sitcom
Throwing rocks with my pitching arm
More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm sitting on

And once again, it's big G runnin' the number rackets, wearin' Pelle jackets
Fast loot tactics, I'm well up in the millionaire bracket
The boss of all bosses, I own racehorses and a fortress
Corridors with Olympic torches and Mona Lisa portraits
Jacuzzis and saunas, and eatin' steak at Benihana's
Bentley's, limousine, the front yard stream is full of piranhas

I be Grand like Puba, but I’ll move smooth with Dru Ha
Puts the B in (booyah), Starang coming to (do ya)
Scream hallelujah, but it still won’t help ya
Run from O.G.C. and get caught by Heltah Skeltah
(Jet) to the other side, run for cover, hide
Niggas still wouldn’t be safe even if I let ‘em slide

I Self Lord And Master shall bring disaster to evil factors
Demonic chapters shall be captured by kings
Through the storms of days after
Unto the Earth from the Sun through triple darkness to blast ya
With a force that can't be compared
To any firepower, for it's mind power shared

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggas play the bench for us, overtime if niggas wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
To the table able now it's stable on the disc (Yeah)

Here comes the one they call King MC
If you're tired of those phony fake rhymes that be
I'm back with this deeper than Minds of Minolta
Preachin better than a preacher up on an altar
I feel that I have pardoned, pardoned
No need for bad grammar startin in my MC garden

Ayo, I walk down the block with my stomach in knots (uh huh)
Spent time hustlin', runnin' from cops (uh)
Broke as a joke, no ends at all
Can't play ball and my Timbs is small
Can't buy trees with, government cheese (word)
I rather be where it's breeze, niggas bubblin' ki's (uh huh)

I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wack
Puttin up my name with a fat cap
Suckers that want to be in my face I just slap that
Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and
Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again
With B.G. 183, recognize me
With the mad colors, I'm a fiend for spraypaint
Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't

Yeah, don't call it a comeback
It's muscle memory to infinity plus the hustle energy
Fiend for the sport, three-fourths of cloth
That Harriet Tub' shit, that queen of the north
That power to the people, man, Sophina mean the merciless
David Berkowitz in that booth can't twerk to this

The harsh realities of life have taken toll
Even Jes' Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm makin' dough but not enough to blow
JO's, they lust my flow, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll
Meet you halfway and eat you alive tryin' to survive illegal

These niggas can't write (Write)
Plus they pants tight (Tight)
And they sweaters small, fuck it, I'm better ya'll
Go against the God, that's the wrong move
What you want pa? Dope or dog food?
Smile, it's a celebration bitches, I just got back

Some for the content, all for delivery
Pick apart a rapper Vic'll heart attack 'em visibly
Serious as serious does, collective wisdom
Rushed over to Premier for The Exorcism
Speak your mind, never get too scientific
I'm a flying discus over ya hat, and I ain't fixed to collab

I was speakin' to my guy 'Riq and
How she was desperately seekin' to organize in a confusion
Using no protection, told her on Resurrection
Caught in the Hype Williams, and lost her direction
Gettin' ate in sections where I wouldn't eat her
An under-the-counter love, so silently I treat her
Her daddy'd beat her, eyes all puff
In the mix on tape, niggas had her in the buff

I persevered through the worst, my thirst to adhere is a curse
My life, I see it in reverse, I first appeared in a hearse
The driver steered to the church
My grandkids carried the coffin to the altar as they burst into tears from their shirts
The tears rise to the sides of their face and into their eyes, it's piercin' with hurt
Fast forward sixty years, I got versе of the year, my purpose is clеar, it's to murk

To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
I hit the street with beats and they critique for weeks
They be like: "How that kid Ra reach the peak?"
Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak
It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
What part of the game this is in foreign languages

The tables is turnin', I'm enjoying just burning you niggas
And schooling and tutoring and learning you niggas
So peep the way that I come and weed 'em out beyond a reasonable doubt
I ain't rushin', I'm taking the scenic route
On my paper trail to unveil and just derail all irrelevant traffic
And clear the lane and deliver that Illmatic

Got little bits of music looped repeatedly
When it's feeding me, not just the money where I need to be
The ones that get you always approach you easily
I need blueberries in every muffin evenly (Every single muffin)

Some sort of organism with awkward wisdom
Born with vision a little more proficient then torture victims
Poor decisions, a pint of alcohol and the strongest ism
Forty kickin' Formula 44, I got shorty twitchin'

Aw, shit...
Dude, my YouTube views and my skits
Better than all your bullshit
Pull piff, spit shit from the pulpit
Talkemish from Falcon Crest for filmin' the full clips

Yo, yo, Pacer
Full clip, one up in the chamber, danger
Ask you what you want, what's the flavor?
I got thirty-five when I sign with a major
Invested twenty-nine point eight, spent the change up
Never been the type to take advice from a stranger
Gun next to me like my neighbor

Just designing this rhyme is a fight against time
Every minute they wait to hear of true titans of crime
It's two types of villains that live in my mind
I'll define it as one killing with rhyme, the other dealing, supplying
Garments of all kind, no more designer to wear
Style more modest these years, honorable to compare

Yo, Long as I'm living, never be the end of the era, came with the vendetta
We keeping it 80s, I'm tougher than leather
The ladies are loving me, bigger and deffer
Like Peter the Piper, been picking the pepper
I get it to give it a cervical injury
Kickin' the walls when I lived in the uterus
Fetus removing and doin' the stewardess

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news (Uh-huh)
To all these crews (Huh) who can't NBA Jam with the shoes (With the shoes?)
That double-shot Hennessy got my mind trippin' (Uh-huh)
Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass-kickin'
With my nigga Keith who give assist like Scott Pippen (Word up)
For MC derelict whippin' (Ugh), cap or cock twistin' (Ha)

I'm sittin' crooked like a copper on the tape
But this ain't copper nor a rhodium gold plate
Flawless gang, all real, no fake
Prop 64 been fuckin' up my cake
But real hustlers find a way to get it, we don't wait
I believe in hard work, I don't believe in fate

See, when we would begin, they brought the heroin in
They was really determined that we was never gon' win
But by lookin' within, we began to believe
That we was breakers and writers, DJs and MCs
We was so damn poor, we was eatin' free cheese
But that made us raw, we started eatin' MCs

These niggas read off a script, when they see me they stop the acting
School shooter, grey colt .45 when I lock the class in
Drunk nights, I would battle the Remy with lots of passion
Lost a war knowing, it never was easy to block a captain
Lеan back soldier, ya need crack, don’t ya?
Won’t let ya quit, herе go a fix, just relapse, won’t ya?

Yo, the High Chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
When I speak the hell I speak, lift the gauge
White chalk rappers
Slight talk, knife hawk, fight that rapper
Ruck the master, call me the fifth dan
Pop shit and chop bricks quick with his swift hand

New York is just one crumb on the map, one crumb ain't a lot
You happy with that piece, I'm gon' need that pie
To satisfy my thirst, pacify my greed
For blood, money, and power
The feds turned me to a monster
Addicted to when they scream

I'm crazy with this razor, with this razor, I'm crazy
With this crazor I'm razy, razor crazed, I'm crazy!
Okay, I'm reloading, go bring Jay-Z!
Tell him I'ma ghostwrite for him on Dre's beats
Ran in the ladies' room naked in a blanket
At the banquet and started to spank it (Argh!)

Yo! Your Highness, live from the bricks, one-six
Pete Rock bang your head, break the drumsticks
Verbal assault, rhymes rippin' through the mix
Specialist with the smash hits, catchin' flicks
Savagely attack this, blast with accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this and pop a vein

It is me vs. me, G vs. G
‘Cause if I die, you ain’t gon’ rebirth me
If I lose it all, you ain’t gon’ reimburse me
I’m in God’s house, but I ain’t never had a church key
You in the mud, if you got the drip with a derby
Yeah, they hydrated, but hyenas, they are thirsty

We like to joke around Trump is black
'Cause He caught a case and got shot at
That's just as silly as Hillary pulling hot sauce out her coat
Or Biden defining who can be black based off a vote
If We don't address these things, they go unchecked
But these are the stereotypes We like to project

They got me trapped, can barely walk the city streets
Without a cop harasskin' me, searching me, then askin' my identity
Hands up, throw me up against the wall, didn't do a thing at all
I'm telling you one day these suckers gotta fall
Cuffed up, throw me on the concrete
Coppers try to kill me, but they didn't know this was the wrong street

(You’re working hard for the dough)
But time seem to go slow
Busting your ass to go from an amateur to a pro
Low-budget feeling inside, no more can you score
Bad and the good fighting inside just like a war
Slavery laid a foundation for my nation centuries
Before, final call’ll be the New World Order

Never trust niggas no further than I can throw 'em
Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em
Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em (Put some money on it)
You could be that dude in cement shoes
Or the next soft nigga on this evening's news

You know the stats. If not, then ask some niggas who
Heard of me, the half on the Artifacts in Jersey
‘Cause brothers be buggin’, not givin’ love to the nuccas, sayin’
Fuck us ‘cause we be shinin’ brighter than them suckers
Shootin’ me prison, nobody listens to your dissin’
‘Cause, yo, my shit’s legit, and as a lyricist, I’m hittin’

Up in them five-star tellies saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the producer's name all over the track
Yeah, I said it! What you need to do is get back

It's time for the raw shit, not that on tour shit
That outlaw shit, that real hardcore shit
KRS runs shit like diarrhea
Bitin' motherfuckers hear my name and get up outta here
I don't care this year, a lot of albums is whack this year
"Will KRS bring it?" Ahh yeah!

Goddamn, another fuckin' payback with a twist
The motherfuckers shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is outgunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
'Cause I bust styles, new styles
Standin' strong, while others run a hundred miles