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
Can't enter the venue, the fuck is your wristband?
Whole shit is stinkin' and sinkin' in quicksand
My worst verse better than the best
My best verse better than the rest
The rest of the rest need to rest
I suggest you all fall back 'for I mess up your chest
P!, I am the best
Brook Brothers in the casket, I'm fresh to death
I go knock on ya door like Jehovah Witness
Witness the gun spun son I'm wicked, uh
Gift of Gab, my gab is gifted
I say the right words, you be stabbed and lifted
All white knife, the Mercedes is black, kid
Gun popped, you get shot through babyback ribs
I'm the best at rap
Brownsville so you stepped that crack, motherfucker