ANTHM - Survival of the Fittest lyrics

[Verse 1: ANTHM] Survival of the Fittest And I'm feeling incredibly fit Meaning you will never be it, uh Old school, new school segregated f** that, my flow is dedicated To n***as I gave a tape to but never played it (f** outta here) You debated every thug would hate it And then you heard me on these NY beats and now we blood related It's all love like Faizon I stay droppin' napalm, Bruce Wayne without the cape on Liaison, studied Prodigy and Raekwon so stay calm Generational gaps I take on Days on, and days on end Spinnin' them cla**ics that are plastered on my wall Studying them lyrics till I'm mastering them all Laughing at ya'll, when I arrive you gon' have to withdraw Damn, I make them pioneers feel brolic I spit that ill product, let ‘em know the influence they still got it My iPod's where my school be at Memorize a little Kool G Rap Dedicated to my forefathers Graduatin' it with all honours Valedictorian you know I spit that raw honest appeal Now I'm re-defining what's real 2011's about to be the finest of years Inevitable, f** a hypothetical the mic is edible So when I eat it I render your life forgettable I'm tryna penetrate the game while they renovate Never forget it, the aesthetic they can't eliminate So I commemorate them MC's who integrate That poetry with soul in that music that I'm finna make And in my head it's still embedded Lyrics have made me hyperventilate Food for thought, wipe the dinner plate While I flourish, silly motherf**ers check the thermostat Turning up the furnace while I burn the map I'm the world's most thorough, gat squirrel Borough to borough, gettin' nuts by the plural Uh, paying homage that I rap about Wack n***as, smack ‘em out like in Shaolin slash Staten Isle Got me actin' wild, if you wanna swagger jack a style This ain't backpack it's Manhattan now Face me, toe to toe make you rappers vanish Knock your motherf**in' teeth out like Jack ‘O Lanterns Far from Halloween, shallow dreams of a young knight Empowered by the check may devour queen Such a critical distraction Based on original attraction Part of my visceral reaction, perhaps when You hear cats with no sk** You see why I make a mountain out a molehill Uh, Survival of the Fittest Uh, Survival of the Fittest Yeah n***a, Survival of the Fittest Weak n***as, ain't survivin' when I spit this Gone..