Put these dudes on mute because they ain't what they talk
Two left shoes because they ain't what they walk
You f**ing with the dude that was made in New York
Moves made for the boss, until they made me a boss
Rare breed, he's the 1 baby
Run lady just maybe, you can come see
Mr. Talk of the Empire State
Shots called, umpire of the plate
I'm sire, I'm great.. I'm fire, I flame
Please separate my name from lames
Not the same by a grain nor ride the same lane
Crossover spin move then bang
On the rim I'm letting my nuts hang
The Duranchula, Wrap rappers up
Run laps for months, you glamour girls ain't man enough
Your staminas where you're lacking bruh
I do this here like its for camera
But i do this here with no camera
I just do me, I ain't no actor
Keep a lawyer for scavengers
Hammers for those trynna banish us
Do you see the crowd that back us up
Thats why I'm laughing up (To tha BANK)
I'm stacking up (WHAT YA THANK?!)
Put these dudes on mute because they ain't what they talk
Two left shoes because they ain't what they walk
You f**ing with the dude that was made in New York
Moves made for the boss, until they made me a boss
Don't let the ice blind you, life like a novel
Langston Hughes with militia views
Thanks to the few who helped me thru
When the Tunnel got dark, kept running thru
Precise moves the Rap Sun Zhou
You'll Fall trynna Spring from what I grew
Leave n***a
Best believe n***a, i ain't at all easy to read n***a
Fine print in blood ink n***a
Written in the stars in cursive on mars
Telescope me, I'm up by far
Yall bars ain't even up to par
Haa! laugh on' em flash a bit of cash on' em
Its inspiration, i started last on' em
Gold chains neck full of whelps
Smoking, Swimming in my women like Phelps
Hustlas nod, realest sh** ever felt
And way too fresh for the shelf
Put these dudes on mute because they ain't what they talk
Two left shoes because they ain't what they walk
You f**ing with the dude that was made in New York
Moves made for the boss, until they made me a boss