[Intro]
You know, I could say some chill sh**
But f** all that
[Verse 1]
Bluff City born with a mic in my palm
I came up out the womb spitting in the rarest of form
n***as wanna fly high, so they reason for wrong
In the city of the dead, we can sing now a song
Like Cities Aviv, printing and setting a theme that I
Dance through the streets, my steez remains proper
See every boy, every block so thorough
That my head tries to retire from the cold of the ghetto
Hell, f** albums, Imma drop volumes
Be it these little mysteries or snorted-up valiums
And keep their heads moving by the motherf**ing thousands, sh**
In this 8-bit world, I'm Bowser
So astounding, standing on the top of the world
With a 40 so you n***as see clear
And Imma yell til this roof caves in and we all die in it, f** everybody here
[Chorus]
So f** - f** everybody here
f** - f** everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
f** you kids
[Verse 2]
I'm in a hearse the same color as Big's ride
Smoke a blunt on the same corner that Big died
Bluff City do or die, illin' out, homicide
n***as trying to jump ship from the humble sty
Head rapping from Nigeria, African flying in first cla** from France back to the Vatican
My whole life is a scene from TV
So n***a, wear your 3D shades when you see me
Cities Aviv
Some tried to doubt him
Some tried to mark him with an X like Malcolm
But you must've forgot that X marks the spot
Got a gun to the sky, it's the warning shot
Veto you negroes that think you can see through
Or walk through with snapbacks, I don't give a f** dude
Take a piss at what your man got
In my lifetime, Big Pun was better than 2Pac
[Chorus]
So f** - f** everybody here
f** - f** everybody here (x3)
Why should I let you fly? (x3)
f** you kids
[Outro]
Thelonius, my old friend
Step in and let me shake your hand