For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes

Fuck it, it's the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
Can’t get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
Take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
It come with the territory, take the good with the bad

I'm comin out de dance wif de spliff of sensei
When I speak, big up Mack, L.O., and Malik
Like John Lennon, yes I'm I-see-M'n
I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
My style is untangible, like a wild animal

Yeah-yeah, I mean, shit
She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" Uh
You lose your patience, say fuck it, just put that shit out
And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness
Tryna tell me, "Be moderate, " shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh

I’m a menace villain, my pen is sick and spillin’, my lyrics killin’
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceilin’
A nigga’s willin’ to give the listeners the sickest feelin’
Like mixin’ some Benadryl and penicillin, then I’m fillin’ the clip
With a written (Pow!), can you picture my pistol drillin’?

Dog, I'm too menacing
See we all for them Benjamins
It's dark when we young like venison
Screamin on niggas like Sam Kinision (RRAH~!) Practice on y'all, like I'm scrimmagin
All beef finishin, real no imaging

And itʼs still to my man Stack Bundles God bless your life
And my man Chinx also, word to the way the law rolled
On me when I was leaving your service and they had all those tools drawn like “yo donʼt move par!
You look like you move raw, with all of them jewels on”
I look like I ghost write, whatʼs all of this mood for?

Yeah, a god was born in a human form
Skin of brass, a head full of nappy hair and a clueless charm
Alhamdulillah, they tried to restrain him so he couldn't move his arms (Argh)
Was born with the strength of ten men (Yeah), so they couldn't do him harm
I'm usually calm, but every chance I get, I'm tryna prove 'em wrong
They try to tempt me with wicked women, jewelry and Louis Vuitton

It's Red, nigga, my bar's up,
I hit the gym I see you walkin' in my shoes, they're my old Timbs
And when you ignorant, nigga, media roll them
And here's the cut, I'm Dr. Dre'in how I build Ems'
Yeah, in the Bay, they say I'm hella tough
They say "Red, you spit like kids on that yellow bus"

Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
Marksman, skilled in killin', illin', I'm able and willin'
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village Illegitimate killers, U.S. Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit

It be the raw rhyme spitter, no glitter with no glam
I can still turn out your whole jam
It's nothin but fam up in the spot, nigga, ready or not
And if you wanna see us play, put a buck in the slot
We got dangerous plots

Yeah, talk to this beat like you better sing
Had to speak on my behalf and half of these niggas ain’t said a thing
I had this dream that I put a wedding ring on Coretta King
Was murdered on the stage, you can feel the pain it forever brings
Revenge is sweet, but then that pleasure stings
Behind every puppet, you’ll find a set of strings

Strategize with GOATs, took an oath to keep me disguised
Fraternize with GOATs, patternize secrets and lies
Shatter rising hopes, hell and heavens equal divide
People weep at the stars we put to sleep in the skies
Steel sharpen steel, you can feel what we can devise
Cuts deep like betrayal from these leeches and lies

Look, I built walls around the house, fuck networkin'
All these bloodsuckers, I just hope this net workin'
Soul searchin', broken-hearted with my chest hurtin'
But I was gifted with the best cursive
I'm suffocatin' and my weight keep fluctuatin'
I showed love, how the fuck you hatin'?

Came in the game, I kicked the doors off the hinges (Uh-huh)
'Cause life had me stuck in a box with abnormal dimensions
Important decisions, I changed up my trajectory (I changed up)
To turn my singles into centuries
'Cause greatness, that's what I expect from me (What you expect?)
How could I not? Always seein' things I never had before (Facts)

If I knew you, I would send you to the store
Pulled up in a Porsche playing Kenny Lattimore
It's The Matador of Metaphor, you wrong like the letter four
But trying to sell that, stepped on Macklemore (Macklemore, macklemore)

“All power to the people”
‘cause your flag on the scale meant ya’ll power wasn’t equal
Taught to take it back, shoot you down to help me reach you
Stories ain’t alone, you'll be bound to get this sequel
Stand to know the risk, yet and still the Lord’s with you

'Round the age of thirty-five, I began to lose my drive
I was wasted, chasin' time as if I was losin' my mind
If you're listenin', there's a way to make it to that other side
When you're driftin' and you need somethin' upliftin' in your lives

Ayy, y'all old news (what?),
I'm the fresh prince (yeah)
Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (oh)
It's cocaine, when I write from the king pen (yeah)
And this syrup, your bro gon' lean in

Uh, I'm on this one way, headed where the slums play
If I don't make it, then somebody tell my son spray
Struggling first class, headed for the runway
Real nigga shit, I gotta make it one day
Sick of hard times, so I tell 'em to fall back
Sitting in all white but the Phantom is all black

Yo, I walk across this world that's deceptive
Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested
With more destruction, my vocal eruption
Was speaking 'bout corruption with no introduction
Approach me with caution cause I spark losses
M-Illatant the rap arson, marchin'

Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin' my chips
You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp
A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park

No faith for the faithless
People hide behind keyboards and screen names remain faceless
Run up on your IP address, give you a face lift
Report it to the public, got the nerve to call me "tasteless"
You envious, they envy us, your envy here is baseless
Surprised to see a black man with tattered hands that's case-less

Yo, call me a hard workin' nigga
I shouldn't use nigga cause that's what was used against us
But still I abuse it and use it, look how they did us
A lot of shit's changed, but something's installed in us
We can't figure out, the Willie Lynch gave them the in and outs
Will 'em look who's doin' all the fuckin' killin' now
We got that after slavery, nothin' you can say to me
Attitude with Malcolm X speakin' and teachin' bravery

Genocidal survivor, son of a refuge
Revolutionary, my freedom come with a hefty fee
Trapped inside the mind too, tried to talk to God
Told 'em kill all my demons, but my angels might die too
Grindin' since I'm age ten
Single mother households tryin' their best to raise men

Music, computers and robbers and looters
And looters with shooters, and shooters with Rugers
And shooters with Rugers, CDs with my tooters
And my tutors taught me a terrible miracle
You can lie, cheat and still kill in America
Be celebrated like Captain America

Told you niggas before
I'd hate to have to reiterate
Clearly, there's different levels to rhyming
Let me demonstrate
If premonitions writing exact
Can't be a minute late
Weight on my shoulder wall
That's too hard to emulate

We the last of the vintage flow-ers, we carry it on our shoulders
I keep my friends close and the devils a lot closer
When the Freedom Riders approach 'em, their appetite is for vultures
Soldiers of fortune are never no match for soldiers of culture
My flow is so fuckin' honest, you said you wanted to hear it
You lyin' 'cause all you wanted was for me to lift up your spirits

I see myself as the holy resurrection of Pun
If I ain't that then you name one
Rapper that's lyrical slash Latin, political passed rappin
With visuals past Malcolm and fittin to go past platinum
It's hard but I speak the truth inspired to teach the youth
The fire that heat the booth the high hat the beat the loop

I wake up and I pray,
then roll another J
Close my eyes then I meditate tryna find a way
Lord open up my third eye, take the nine away 
By the way, I'm in pain, I just let it hide away 

Fresh fruits out the juicer
Since juvie jail taught well, I'm a trooper
If she can tell it's a Louie smell I can scoop her
In a black-bluish SL, bumpin' Luther
Saint Lucia, linen shorts and loafs
Been across the coast, contenders call me the GOAT, haha

I mastered the dark nights, Christian Bale
Tryna find home like Dorothy Gale
In the land of the free and the home of the brave, well that's just cap, we lost in Hell
Walk the streets with no face and name
Nothin' left to do but embrace the pain
Wanderin' through this wilderness, while my only companion is hate and shame

Ayo, yo, I spit bars
Traveling tremendous speed, measuring far
Been busting satellites circling Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan horse

Check it, my whole crew holdin
We all got rides wit extra features
It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches
You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas
I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers
I'm on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick

We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather 'round their beat like a campfire
Singin' folk songs but not no kumbaya, my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson,
I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin'

I'ma tell you one thing I do know
If there's drama my gun buckin' just like a blue nose
Every day I'm out here chasin' down these blue notes
Numero, uno, pockets on sumo
In Tulum my connect making Menudo

I wake up in the morning burdened by the world's drama
From the war on drugs to world hunger
From my brothers and sisters being murdered in Gaza
To the children in my hood shot dead on the corner
So I pray for good health as well as endurance
So I can help lead my people up out of this torment

Speaking on milestones I smoke till the pound gone
Watching TV but I ain't got the sound on
Coulda been the king but I ain't put the crown on
Just a street nigga for the shit that I'm down for
What am I up for, what do I puff for?
Say a dope rhyme lead a crowd into uproar