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

You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers, sit back, I’m 'bout to begin
'Bout foul talk you squawk, never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested, never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw, did or heard about
All told firsthand, never word of mouth

Ayo, it's all elegance, he spoke third power style high intelligence
A young man handle the game like Merrill Lynch
3 A.M. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming, selling these cakes in slabs like Land O' Lakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
Associated with names and demons, all apparent reasons

Crossin' T's, dottin' I's til' these odds end
I'm from the slum village, y'all, home of Dilla, dawg
RIP the king, y'all can either stream or buy ten
Aston Martin pass your block fast as Mach 10
Classic top tens, beefin' brought Timbs
Pre the pandemic we done had the people locked in
Million Peter Pan niggas sittin' 'round five penny-wise men

Ayo, the word on the street's that these kids leveled up
All praise due to God, I'm fuckin' these devils up
Turn the decibels up and move the decimal points
I'm lookin' fly this summer with an incredible voice
Make waves like an outboard motor when I rock, rock on
My girl bad puttin' sunblock on

From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Tryna make me forty thousand and move
Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room

I'm tryna get a billion on the books, no clue how a ceiling looks
Got monster concepts and we killing hooks
You shook, all in your feelings so stop with them grillin' looks
You ain't no villain, you Dillon Brooks (ha)
Let me guess, you on your grizzly, tryna diss me
I'm looking at him like Bron, "Dawg, who is he?" (Who?)

(It's called betrayal
Punk ass niggas
It's called betrayal)
He on a mission to become a ball player
Flip big Benz's, flossin' all gators
Had it all mapped out, a 6'8" 12th grader

Now who the fuck said the West can't rock?
It's Cali Agents in the house, y'all niggas best just jock
For all y'all fake-ass industry niggas that ride dicks
Of certain clicks, get a load of this brand new shit
Yeah, hot off the press, never settle for less
We bend half-assed niggas for a person undressed

Rock-a-bye baby (Baby)
Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine (Fine)
Ravine of all things, it's the vein of a shrine (Shrine)
All missions impossible are possible 'cause I'm (Possible 'cause I'm)
Headed for a new sector
Three-sixty-five days from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye

All the insecurities is making me cautious
All these methamphetamines is making me nauseous
Make moves like a worker while directing the bosses

Yeah, Fake niggas got the game falling
I give a fuck if you lames balling
You don’t like me, get to name calling
I speak my mind like I’m James Baldwin
Yeah, I’m raising hell while you’re facing L’s
Losing yourself chasing sales, that’s a major fail

Ayo, this just a story of the insubordinate project hallway loiterer
Taught the voyage from a boy to warrior
The streets'll shut your mouth but open your corneas
'Cause ain't no conversations with coroners
It's hostile, they whyle out and niggas got loud out
Chasin' back like the Rothschilds and they'll prey on the docile

I got gold and I got titanium
I got white gold, and it came in proper
Go find you a burner on offer
How you got gold and you ain't got copper?Dosser
Tyson Fury in the party, I make shoulders fling
Klitschko in the ring cah he just got a box from the Gypsy King

Uh, I feel so alive, I think I shit myself
I should kiss myself
I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror
The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOH!)
Goddamn, I'm still cute, ho (Yeah)
All my women play the flute
Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt'

Laid up with this skinny chick, Baileys with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
'96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweep, but you see me tense?
Chill a lot, niggas wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin', what kind of steel I got