[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