[Intro: chief waKiL]
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Little Giant
I ain't even feel like doing this
I said wasn't gonna do it
But I ended up in one of those moods
Yeah
[Verse 1: chief waKiL]
This ain't a response to Kendrick
I just felt so inspired by this beat
I had to get in it
I'm talking so inspired a n***a had to get ignant
I had to show them I am a higher level of penman
One million, two million, three million, four
These n***as ain't ready for what Kili has in store
Take a f**ing hater by his head and ricochet him
From the window, to the wall, to the ceiling, to the floor
Ain't no will in healing when I hit 'em with the force
I ain't even racing, n***a, I'm just running hard
I'm a gladiator, dummy, when I walk out that arena
The whole scene gon' be bloody
Definition of ugly
Pick a rapper famous or namous, they can't touch me
And I don't need no labels, there's nothing they can do for me
When they tell me be a slave for camera is tough, please
Rosa Parks in the gang paying dudes for the front seat
When they only wanna hear about bustin hammers and blammers
And popping mollies like they s** it to Hannah Montana
They finally deciding they wanna start rocking designer
As if they had epiphanies to take it back to rhyming
All you need now to be a rapper is a stylus (Versace)
It's obvious these rappers are now being vaginas
If p**y what I call them, I'm sorry, I'm being honest
Address me as your highness, that's my way of being modest
And I ain't even on, I'm still climbing
But I k** sh**
And n***a with no deal that these n***as still have to deal with
I spit that real sh**, something you got to feel sh**
If n***as wanna battle, I hit 'em with that Shaquille brick
That Phil Jackson line was tough, but that ain't even enough
Barely even a lot of it
Peak my game and acknowledge it
Phil Jackson was letting Mike coach
I couldn't be coached by Gregg Popovich
Sick flows I'm vomiting
I ain't got time to jock for sh**
Annihilatin' rappers all time on to rocket ships
I am the best rapper alive, n***a
Do knock the pins
I'm just remindin' the audience of who they really rockin' with
[Break: chief waKiL]
Just reminding the audience of who they really rockin' with
A 5-foot-6 n***a that's on some giant monster sh**
I'm still better than these n***as on some poppy sh**
[Verse 2: chief waKiL]
Had to slow it down to get my breathe on
Wasn't gon' do it, but I had to blow some steam off
Oh they tough now, n***a, dream on
Little Giants OG, yeah, the team's strong
They can't see me even with the high beams on
Wakila, rap gorilla, call me King Kong
I ain't playing though, I'm kinda teed off
I'm 'bout to tank these top rappers like the sleeves off
I want to crack 'em in their apple, no Steve Jobs
Then send 'em all to hell and gasoline draws
End it on a high note like Celine Dion
Have 'em scared of my next move like Kim Jong
International I got a lot from Tokyo to Melrose
I'm half Nigerian, I don't know if you can tell though
These rappers call me out I'll respond and they going stealth mode
Cause they don't wanna take it up in arms like elbows
In the name of hip hop, I stomp these rappers out with shell toes
I k**ed the beat, I need a jump suit a seal though
Whoa