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

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