Time to clear out the bullsh**!
We ain't gon' never give up this type of sound
Time to clear out the bullsh**!
I know what y'all, what y'all after
We ain't never leaving this space right here!
This is what it is
When we took the vow "I am Hip Hop"
This is what we swore to defend, this
Welcome to the Lyrical Ass Beating
I'm not in a mansion or a yacht
I'm right on your black man speaking, I keep teaching
Cats be like "How he still eating?"
Cause I build on sk**s that never weaken
I ripped a club just last weekend
Y'all sitting around playing XBox and internet freaking
Then you want to get what I got? You want to get in my spot?
You want to click, click and hold on my Glock?
Nah player get your own pistol
My arms become dealers when I'm holding up that mic missile
Stay back with your rap, it might clip you
I use smart mics, my words will hit you
As you can see I'm much realer
When the mic weapon is in my arm, I become that rap arms dealer
So who da best? Who da best out here?
Who claiming the crown when KRS out here
Who da best motherf**er today? My fans are here to stay
Sixteen albums, not one of my producers were fake
Who da freshest motherf**er in rap?
You better dig in your crates, who lives what they state?
Who's the most consistent to date?
If you're talking 2Pac or B.I.G. you late (KRS!)
I ain't got a Maybach but I takes it way back
Knowledge reigns supreme, watch how you say that
I slept where the World Trade at
Right at ground zero's where my head laid at
New York is where I'm raised at
When it comes to Hip Hop, we made that
We can never trade that, for any payback
Yo JS! Where the real DJs at?