DJ Premier - Documentary lyrics

(Hook) Yo what it do son? Talk of the town, ' Osy still here, still holding it down New York, D-Town still the best rapper around And if you got a problem f**er come and get it with sound (Verse 1) I been doing this sh** since you sat on Santa Since you ain't had cable and relied on Antennas Since your girlfriend used to watch Hannah Montana Since the South got hot from Ludacris in Atlanta I ain't had time to sell white or deal weed packets This son shine daily all of y'all are my planets And I burn baby burn like BIG's old habits Got no time to collab with you lame a** f*ggots Slam like Vince, Carter, Dwyane, Wade My heat burnin' yall better duck to the shade I'mma be here forever so you better behave If you disobey get at me if you still feel brave I'm holding all the cards while you motherf**ers folding Broke the west like Russell and this boy still loading Heard y'all said New York dead hope you f** boys joking, I'mma make you all see the lights like Ellie Goulding (Hook) (Verse 2) Heard you young boys getting girls kikin' like soccer While I'm out here talking dirty to your old man's daughter While you kikin' I'mma beat it beat it like a boxer But she still ain't sh** like Phil Jackson's roster sh**, see.. I'm a cold lil' fellow Beat her box up like my name was Canelo Her moans in tune like the beat of my demo Shootin' 24/7 like Kobe and Melo Now her mouth all white, and it feel so right She told you you can't shoot like ya name was Dwight Dunked in that chicky like how Jordan take flight She the rim and I posterized you like Brandon Knight Uh, but I still don't like the Clippers Do the Nene at ya funeral, I'm a Wizard Now, put that on a Wall like a clock and ticker My ex like the ball call me Curry I don't miss her (Hook) (Verse 3) Brown skin, straight hair, though this rap sh** I perfect I know the stereotype that you thought that I'd project In this dialect you'd expect for me to reflect Yet this 7/11 kid got white girl wet Lick the curry I'm the chef, I shoot it like Steph On her face deadeye fouled up call the ref That's her man I ain't met, but I'm lickin' on her breasts And I know it ain't right, but he shoulda never left sh**, you could blow I'm inflating All this hating I'm escaping, on point like I'm Payton On my guard pump and faking, f** complaining I'm restraining from the silly under rating I'm just waiting and I'm patient Lock horns then I'm Satan, this is Taken Hold this L I am Taken, tonight for her gaining Cause she on her knees son and her kitty stay raining Ask drake that's a hot line he know what I'm saying Motherf**er cause I am (Continued hook from verse 3)