[Produced by Nemz]
[Hook]
I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang
They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there
Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs
Check the flow that sh** is illow
Check the flow that sh** is illow
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs
[Verse 1]
Birthed, prematurely, 1990, hip-hop taking over the nation Young but not Dumb (nope)
Emcees were my teachers, Matter Fact Preachers
Hostile Ghetto Gospels, Speaking on Mission Impossibles
Rags to Riches
Differences between women and b**hes, the system glitches
Throws curved pitches when you brown on the mound (true)
Pound for pound, tryna' be the greatest emcee
So I channel, everything in me (yea)
Insecurities, tragedies, and fallacies, cuts scars wounds
Send silver spooned spitters to early tombs (RIP)
While I strut like King Tut, not giving a f**
As I begin my reign over my kingdom
Speaking to the people, achieving the unachievable
Don't walk on water but willing to be a martyr
With sacrifice I slaughter
Those who disparaging the game, just for fame (pshh)
Y'all gon' go as quick as you came
Only legends remain so I stay true to the game and spit what's In my soul
'Cause real eyes, realize, real lies
So I multiply my spirit and subtract the inconsequential
Etch me in stone, pa** me a number two pencil this is my test Yes!
[Hook]
I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang
They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there
Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs
Check the flow that sh** is illow
Check the flow that sh** is illow
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs
[Verse 2]
After receiving confirmation I control my soul-destiny
I began dropping j**els not kept in vestibules (always)
Ready to sink with my penmanship, like Titanic
But don't panic
A legendary d**h and a Hollywood life offers a chance to be Immortal like James Dean
But I hardly would be described as Hollywood
Though my arts legendary and my mortal mind spills plenty of
Critical information, like women come with success
So don't chase breast
And, heavy is the head who wears the crown
Even gods look down
So as I rise to the top of hip-hop's Mount Olympus
On my Nimbus
I know the only thing harder than the climb is the fall
So I give you my all, and nothing less
Great art is painfully honest (yes)
This food for thought cannot be processed (nah)
Wickedly nice ‘cause I paid the price
Unmask the Ma**es, sole provider of soul (uh huh)
Renaissance to, reveal the light
Why do the icons end up on crosses?
Do we celebrate life or the losses? (damn)
A genius is not appreciated till his last breathe
Peace only comes after violence is deceased
[Hook]
I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang
They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there
Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs
Check the flow that sh** is illow
Check the flow that sh** is illow
This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs