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

Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down
Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face
Never again taste solid food. Same nigga
If I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew
Bulletproof down my coats like Ghost's wallets, too
I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo

A-African estate grass and grapes, masculine the slave, master hate
Exactly when they emasculate, congratulate gay, amass the hate
As the black lady **** shake, they fascinated, they masturbate
The black parade straight exacerbates
The actual hate they imaginate
That's when they racist **** straight harass us as they evacuate

The streets is mine, the East just fine
We drop jewels in our verbal, we reach the blind
We Badu with the earth food, delete the swine
'92, how we merk you, it's reaper time

Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing
I move, defiant speech more deeper than Poseidon
Give me, the highest esteem like hundreds of cream
Lick a shot off like Spock with them laser beams

Take stock in the soul, spit properly 
That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly 
I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze
Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates 
I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves
Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes 

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen 
I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it 
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it 

Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets

Yo, ever since a shorty I was hard-headed and angry
And mad complex and wouldn't let nobody change me
I'm still the same me, gettin' pussy, stayin' weeded
These bitches are starstruck, so fuck the way they gettin' treated
I don't need it, if her head ain't right I pass on it
While you trick sucka niggas be wastin' cash on it

What good's a cliff if you grab the edge?The lesson's in the fall, you don't know what's war 'cause you haven't bled
This lil' rapper asked for advice, here's what I gladly said 
For every Rick Ross there's a Gary Webb out in Cali dead 
Remingtons, sawed-off barrels measured at half a leg
This ain't for small beefin', it's leavin' your baby calf in shreds 

Crazy as a fox is, bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss (Shit) 
Who mumble jewels and acts confused during walk-and-talks (Huh?) 
Bury these fed wasps and Wonder Bread wops under Bedrock 
Got guys like Fred and Barney in a headlock (Fuck over here) 
Hell’s Angels, Heaven’s demon, the seven seas (Seven seas) 
Where I scattered and dismembered for the Genovese (Hmm)

Yo Sean Price spit precise vocal local
Niggas know Im nice we bomb put you in a choke-hold
So dont go there queer your rhyme's boring still
Even if you did a jam featuring Lauryn Hill

Ayo, I used to grind to pay my momma mortgage
Run the faucet, put a fork inside the pot, pray I find a fortune
Next thing you know, I'm supplying bosses
And denying offers, went from driving Porsches to flying saucers
I done had all kinda foreigns

Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills 
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels 
Write a book full of medicine and generate mils 
Tour the album, only for more sales 
We used to catch those on the block with crills 
Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills 

Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin' 
I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion 
I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman 
The living baptism in the river of Jordan 
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell 
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well

Look, if you not gettin' richer every year, then you just backwards hustlin'
You movin' off emotion, I'm strategizin', discussin' it
See, I been on my supplements
Fish oils, chlorophyll, multis
My hair growin' out and hoes lovin' it
Some people can't piece life together, it's really puzzlin'

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?

Time to kick down the door again, clear the city for slaughterin' 
Awful town, nigga caught up in 
Not on ya side, you ordered in 
I done went overboard with sin 
You playin' games, think 'fore you slip that quarter in
Ain't no pain like the family kickin' ya organs in 
Palace to raise my daughters in 

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper 
Stronger reception and sharper picture 
Revolve around God, and involve with niggas 
These elements help evolve my scripture 
And make Mos Def a classic modern figure 
Brooklyn, it don't matter if ya holler or whisper 

Capone-N-Noreaga watchin' CNN 
Black whip, black tint, y'all ain't seein' in 
It's Con and Meth, spread the word, boy, you seein' 'em 
No seein' 'em, these rappers in the scope, you'll never see an M 
Killa Bees back in the building with Machine and 'em

Ayo im infamous with pain 
My penmanship insane 
A lowdown degenerate, ignorant, deranged 
Is you niggas entertained? I´m a criminal, a chef 
This shit is digital meth when the liquid hit ya vein 
Vivid with the game In the kitchen i´m consistent whippin cane 

Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks 
Hot as hell blocks where shells pop 
Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop 
Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops 
People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
Niggas turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop