Crooked I - Best Rapper Alive lyrics

[Intro] It's forty-one, son, hahahahaa Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B., Circle of Bosses Crooked ow Yeah, ya'll know what it is man Best rapper alive, yeah We talkin' sh**, hahaha Yeah, Eastside Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B Eastside Crooked, haha yeah [Verse 1] Live by the microphone, die by the microphone Dead on stage like James Brown, that's what I be on Not me, anybody f**ing with the champion Top shotty clapper, a coffin is not a happy home I body rappers, send 'em home like God bless Not k**a Cam but still I am a hot mess Yes, I don't sleep, my eyes rest Even then I dream sixteens, it's all progress Rest a**ured, I rep the West and more I rep hip hop from the Western shores I'm in the West and I'm s**in' who*es They say clothes make the man But when you b**hes get dressed, less is more Take 'em to my house on the hill my sk** built Made it through some bad deals, didn't cry over spilled milk Bill of my Dodger hat has that ill tilt My pen still ill as Ill Bill's I stands taller than some steel stilts Shouts out to Virus in the Chi it's Crooked I, my God I'm wise as Osirus Life is hard so I'm fighting like the Irish Every second's precious like the time aligned on my wrist Breitling, the bracelet bling, I make things happen I got C.O.B.s in Beijing snapping C.O.B.s in Nigeria, ask Shay, we crackin' That's West African traffickin', they made me captain Give 'em a full view of the hood without a wide lens Panasonic, just hypnotic and a sack of chronic It's like I got a bipolar disorder, I'm catatonic Banger hanging out of the back pocket homey, I'm catastrophic Crooked from the C.O.B. mafia, give 'em five shots Keep one eye open like an insomnia stricken cyclops So how could you possibly trick a sly fox My philosophies exist outside of your mind's box None better, I rip whoever to pieces Got enough cheddar to f** all your celibate nieces Bend over backwards for these record releases Just like a spoon does for those with telekinesis I don't know how to stop the spread of diseases But a cure for wack, I developed a hell of a thesis A sure shot method, no medicine needed A sure shot to the head of them n***as, better believe it Best rapper alive, these are the bare facts You barely comprehend so I'm setting these bear traps I make you listen, I'm giving the business to their tracks On my forty-first Weekly, who can walk in them Air Max, huh? [Outro] Yeah, who can walk in them Air Max? The cla**ic joints n***a, all leather white With a fresh white tee, nah mean? C.O.B., what's going on in this motherf**in' world Keep your head up out there Kenya Lotta sh** going on in the motherland, you know Gotta shout out all my people over there West Africa's in the building Nigerian C.O.B.s stand up Shay! Hahaha, yeah, we comin' What's poppin'? Let me shout out my dude Juice from Black Wall you know what I mean Coming through the [?] f**ing with us real C.O.B.s Shout out to my n***a G Malone Yeah, it ain't over homey Crooked, hey Pi, shut it down That's it